The Turn

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Right now

I am standing at a turn

Unenlightened of the path ahead

I know it’s not the dead end

But I have no longer the vision to see ahead

I just need to trust

and walk a few steps more

Because the moment

I see that path ahead

my excitement is going to fly from the shores

into the waters

And I know, I am going to run the fastest …

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The Chosen Path

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I wouldn’t be sad

I wouldn’t blame you

For belittling my path

For you don’t know

What all good I have found here

And how far I have come from my fears

walking on this path

Everytime you say what’s not right about my path

it is a reminder for me to look back

and pay gratitude

‘I chose my own path and got to walk on it . Trust me, not every one gets this chance’

Eternally Blessed…!

Winds of time

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A piece -incomplete and unfinished

is birthing 

in me.

Winds of time 

will bring along an experience

that will precisely fill in the missing

and make this piece,

a Masterpiece

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Sometimes, when I write, I know the beginning but not the journey ahead. I don’t know what more has to come from this. I have lines but the right words are missing.

So, I decide to go with the time, wherever it takes me and moment by moment ,I find the right words.

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My Bedtime Story

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This is not a ususal bed time story. It’s the story that my mother and I live.

I am away from home these days and besides the people of my family, I also miss my bed.

I have got a double bed all for myself at my home. It’s a home inside my home for me. I am always sitting at the corner of the right side of my bed. One turn and I might be off the bed on the floor. Actually, according to my Mom, I do have many occupants on my bed, my books, handkerchief , mobile, glass of water etcetera. My mother hates them and  wants them to leave me, so that I can take the centre stage of my bed (the middle of my bed ). She often keeps reprimanding the occupants on my bed (organizing them) and side by side narrates me a bed time story after everyday or two. The stories she shares are of a different genre : request, order, threat. The moral of the story is how important it is to be at the centre of the stage(centre of my bed).

Away from home, I also have a double bed for me but I sit at the centre of my bed, have got no occupants.

Away from home, I always try to do what you would have wanted me to. I take care of things and myself, the way you would have. I am trying to follow each moral of your every story. 

But trust me, when I will be back home, I will again sit at the corner, just to hear that bed time story.

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Change

IMG-20180722-WA0019What’s the matter

with the twirling thoughts in my mind

When I am at home,

I desire to move out and explore

When out for some time,

I wish I was at my home

My thoughts are slowly

but surely learning that

Right Now

I am

where I wanted to be

or

where I will want to be

May I get the vision

that sees ‘Right Now’ as the right place

And the wisdom which tells

that ‘Change’ will always be

my final destination

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Outcome

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Thinking of the outcome

my heart starts racing

It pains a little

in the centre of my chest

when I try to fathom

what it will be like

on the other side of the present

But what astonishes me is that

The other side of the present

will just be the next present

I will still have

the same feelings and emotions

I will still have the same struggles

may be a little bit better ones

With each passing day,

I am learning to surrender

Surrender through my prayer

Perhaps things will always show up

in the same form

But what Prayer shows us is

that we aren’t  meant to show up in the same form all the time

Dropping of excess baggage of pains and fears

is a daily process

Surrender all through the prayers

Afterall, there is nothing that yours in the world,

Not even the outcome…!

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Emptiness

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I felt hollow

and the emptiness was scratching

the inside of my skin

I clutched my book tighter

it hugged my chest warmly

I wanted to be held 

not by someone but by something

My thoughts held me

I floated with them in the waters

Experienced every drop with them

As awareness poured in

emptiness started to quench

I came out with a new life

that told me the same lesson yet again

You are on the journey

Of becoming You

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