Life was never meant to be a race. There is no prize for being the first to get somewhere, for being the most popular, the most liked, and so on. The Sun never rewarded any flower for blooming first. Nor did the Earth announce prizes for the birds who flew the fastest. The vast universe has place for everyone, allowing each to reach his prime in his own time. Yet, in his race to be the best, the fastest, the most liked, the richest and so on, man forfeits the time he has on the planet to chase glories that last a few likes or a few shares. So, stop, hold yourself, take a deep breath and appreciate yourself. Your time is good time. Your journey at a slower pace is good, the different path you chose is amazing and your milestones are waiting…
Coz, at any given time, you are the best that you could have been!!!
-Said the Universe
Tag: #love
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You have come far
from ignominy, from fear, from shame
you have walked ahead
reached a place of inner peace
an island of happiness
that thrives in your head
grows in your heart
feeds on your thoughts
and comes out in your words
you have learnt to forgive and let go
hold on to what is yours truly
to process pain into poetry
shame into stories
songs, tit bits of hearsays
passing on joys, smiles and pats
of encouragements
knowing if you can, anyone can
if anyone can, you too can
meeting souls of beauty
of deep thoughts and wild smiles
of sheer power and grand ambitions
of smiles springing out of sorrow
ambitions letting go of fear
a twinkle toe seeks a dance floor
a story-teller looks for someone to hear
a mighty man looks to rule
a wizened soul that hopes to chant
a mother prays to feed
you know for sure, then
just about anything is possible
hold on to dear belief, just hold on!!!
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Hopes rush
dreams dance
smiles shudder in ecstasy
coz its always bottom to the top
and good times like thunder gather
the skies redden bringing out the best
lover dear, giver so long
sit back and receive love in good measures
pouring in from every corner
touching your heart in every which way
in life’s journey, you got a friend and more
to stand by and cheer, lend a shoulder
in shared dreams and life projects of joy
it is time and it is now, so rejoice
throw your head back and go with the muse
as the universe unwinds her gallery of gifts
just for you, just for you
receiver of gallant chivalry
smile graciously and with open arms receive
what comes to you, is yours to cherish
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Ask not for the gold
nor diamonds nor riches of any kind
Seek not the skies
the moon or the stars yonder
Ask instead for a handful of dust
a pillar to sometimes lean
a hand to hold and be held with
a sense of belonging
a shared laughter
a pursuit of growth
that which does not shrink your being
nor ask you to look down on what you hold true
that which is close to your soul song
that which allows you to spread your smile
expand in gratitude and be open in kindness
that which lends life and spark from within
this be true
this be the truth of being.
PS: If there is purpose, this be it!
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Sometimes, just sometimes
strain, strain hard against your skin
thrust your head into the air
breathe in the evening breeze
the night light sprawling the sky
the fragrance of the grass, the weeds, the trees
and inhale the song of the murmuring leaves
sometimes just sometimes when the morning dew
falls against your skin your tall shoulders
your long hair allow me to caress your arms
as you stand against the brightness of the stars
beloved, oblivious of the tears that swell your eyes
I would like to show you hope and prayers and warmth
of a life well lived and of a care given carefree
sit then, the large sky looming against your back
and smile, drawing all the brightness of your soul
as the slow Sun winds his way up the earth.
PS: Love and sunshine
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What be your lessons, Sir
She asked Life and he was quiet
Turning pages and busily
scribbling destinies in his notepad
he looked up briefly and pretended
not to hear her anguish or her cries
what should I do now, Sir
to get you to notice my submission
presented to you in full detail
this be so and that so it be
how far, how long and how close
when and why and what not
but I notice, she said
in great distaste
You obviously have no time
who said you were the leveller
you for all I know
build walls of age, gender, community
divide against our will
and cause pain, deep agonizing pain
He noticed her agitated hands
drawing circles and breaking tensions
he watched the whimper that reached the lips
the tears that rushed to the eyelids
fearful of making a scene
He smiled to himself
and briskly added another chapter!
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ചാഞ്ഞിരിക്കാൻ മോഹിക്കുന്ന മനസ്സിനോടെന്തു പറയാൻ
തൂണുകൾ താങ്ങു തരാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നിലെന്നോ
അതോ മരങ്ങൾ തണല് നല്കുവാന് വിസ്സമ്മതിക്കുന്നുവെന്നോ
ചോദ്യങ്ങൾക്കു എന്ത് ഉത്തരമാണ് നൽകേണ്ടത്
ചായ്വ് ഒരു മഹാ വെൿനെസ്സ് ആന്നെന്നോ
അതോ മതിലുകൾ വേർതിരിക്കുന്നവയാണെന്നോ
മോഹങ്ങൾക്ക് ആരു തിരിച്ചറിവ് കൊടുക്കും
കാറ്റിന്റെ മര്മരവും സൂര്യന്റെ വെളിച്ചവും
രാത്രിയുടെ നിശബ്ദതയും വേദനകളാക്കുന്നത്
ഏപ്രിൽ മാസത്തിന്റെ മാത്രം പ്രതിസന്ധിയാണെന്നോ
അതോ നിഴലുകൾ നീളുന്ന യാമങ്ങൾ
ഒറ്റപ്പെടലിന്റെ നീണ്ട നെടുവീർപ്പുക്കൾ
വെറും തോന്നലുകൾ മാത്രമണ്ണെന്നോ
മരണത്തിന്റെ പതിഞ്ഞ കാല്പാദം
സന്തോഷത്തിന്റെ പുതിയ ആദ്യമാണെന്ന്
കരുതാം അല്ലെ ഒരു പക്ഷെ അതായിരിക്കും ശരി.“April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers.” Chaucer
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bits of sky
fall into my lap
grow into a sweet churning pain
asking for what I know not
how I seem not to get
yet gathering the reams
of sunbeams dancing on the wall
twinkling on the floor
blazing on my head sometimes
I form reels of dreams and fantasies
and dance lost to the world
oblivious of death knocking at my door
of hatred spewing on to my person
glaring taunts of inadequacies
leaving it all to the blue god of flute
and his music playing in my heart
on and on, on and on, so on.
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Across the horizon
blue and bright
where dreams blend into reality
a search light will still be found
and when you walk up and shake hands
she will ask you to sit down and have a cup of coffee
stories of now and yonder will then be shared
know that it is your test of endurance
hold your yawn and keep the smile
a little giltter in your eyes will help!
cracking and being cranky she shall up the game
just be patient if you are in for the long run
or jump and scoot and don’t leave a trace behind
if you so think otherwise, god speed!
the howling winds will take you farther
to your dreamland and fantasies soon
till such time go catch the butterfly
the glow worms and the secret santas of the world
her time is around, so is yours
stay put, stay proud, storms strengthen
resolves regain vigour and a vengeance
to find, to know, to hold, to be
so it shall be, said the Satyr
and the zephyr blowing by.
Ps: vacuum is a good place to begin with!