Don’t just believe.

The fresh morning dew
On the grass so green
First ray of sunlight
Makes it gleam.
A little chilly and
The air so clean.
Smell of the pine
This feels like a dream.
A few pretty birds
Chirping and flying.
Singing songs,
Dancing with the wind.
It is the usual.
This serene scene.
So bright, so beautiful.
One must mention it.
As I paint the picture…
You experience it too.
How magical is that!?
No need to believe
A thing or two.
For what is real
Always comes to us.
Then, why waste time
In placing your trust…
If you believe anything,
One thing is a must.
Live it! Don’t just believe it.
Before time turns all of it to dust.

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Hocus Focus.

For a problem focus on a solution.
For a direction focus on the path.
For clarity focus on what you don’t see.
For answers focus and listen openly.
For a result focus on actions.
For happiness focus on your haves.
For fears focus on reality.
For a human focus on humanity.

This life will happen anyway,
I better focus only on today.
For yesterday has left me alive,
Tomorrow might not be so kind.
If I could keep this in mind,
I’d be focused on making a good time.
Sounds like magic like this rhyme.
Did work for me the times I tried.

What makes you glorious.

What makes me,
That I dare not lose.
All of what I hold dear.
I’d keep it near,
But it’s not mine to choose.
The transition happens.
One could be unaware.
Life that was out and about.
Lives more intensely…
Inside the mind’s wall.
Living and laughing…
Has to be arranged.
Imagining distant future,
Somewhere, somehow
A “better” day.
Mind is capable of that trick.
Do not get addicted to it.
Stare into the void,
Giggle at the craziest noise.
Cry for any reason.
Laugh every season.
I think it is worthwhile
Don’t take it lightly.
It is not just a smile,
It makes us glorious.

 

Made up penchant.

A scene so perfect.
It seems surreal.
This shining light,
The warmth I feel is real.
This is suffocating.
Like there’s air no more.
Those loud sounds I hear.
They come from far away.
I do not know.
Your whispers in my ears.
I can’t comprehend.
Am I paralysed?
Is this a dream?
Why can I sense it?
Like I am only audience.
It is my scene…
And I am nowhere.
Where are my lines?
What are my lines?
This can’t be reality!
…. And it is not.
It is my habit taking over.
This constant battle…
The past has scarred.
The future only scares.
But I like to live it,
I live it in my head.
The pain that is not actual.
I make it up very well.

Critical critique.

A moment ago,
It was too soon.
A moment later,
It’ll be too late.
I know it very well
Always the same bait.
But as someone said,
Be late than never!
I think I’m in this rut
Sort of stuck forever!
Critical as my critique is.
I could make it every time.
If it wasn’t for a habit.
Well…
See you at the deadline.

That one habit we all have, take it casually until the clock strikes 12 at midnight!

Magnetic tug of war.

(M)aybe I was blinded.
(A)ll the signs…. Did I ignore?
(G)ot me feeling stranded.
(N)ever saw this happening to my own.
(E)veryday I was cautious then.
(T)o keep away any pain.
(I)n the process I forget that,
“(C)ould be” is not in my hands.

I’d like it to be certain.
But uncertainty…
Is what makes life (within).
Draws me in. Scares me away.
And pulls me to the side.
The magnetic push and pull..
And tomorrow wins again.
Let’s hope…. It’s worth the while.

It is a symphony.

 

The best thing you could do for a creator is to immerse yourself in its creation.
-Insach

Waiting and waiting.
A pause before it’s my go.
Ticktock ticktock.
I am a little bored.
Distracted by what I see.
The scene outside is pretty.
Oh, silence running away,
Much more interesting…
The heavens are in chaos.
The earth seems ready.
Sun casually shies away
Takes a blanket so dark.
Suddenly,
It’s quieter than the night.
Here that??
Trickle, trickle.
It is pouring just right.
One little drop on that leaf.
Another one,
Shatters against this glass.
United again at the bottom.
Never forgetting its task
The dog also knows its drill.
Watches happily
Nature is now painting…
Green looks greener.
Trees are in sync.
Windows today are artists.
That lighting does
Make it frightening.
Smells different.
Looks different.
Sounds different.
Feels different.
I did not do it.
You did not do it.
The performer begs you…
Don’t bow down.
Just immerse yourself
In this symphony.

Close to the sun.

It stirred something inside of me,
Distant future becoming reality.
I could now clearly see.
Had I known this was my fate.
I’d have had a different gait.
A little slower or perhaps swift.
But I was caught in the drift.
Could have plucked a few flowers.
Made more memories.
The taste of haste made me devour.
No trail did I leave behind.
And all that I possessed,
Some I couldn’t carry.
Some of it I just buried.
Now when I am closer than ever,
How do I share this feeling?
I see it as vividly as the sun.
But I blink and it slips away.
The dream is real, it is here.
But is this the new me?
Left with this one thing.
This close to the sun!
It’s only blinding and burning.
Why win to lose?
I’m losing to win.

 

Nothing to compare.

You need a scale to compare.
This is light, that is dark.
With vision, you dare.
Silence is roaring over there.
And you couldn’t even hear.
What is tall? What is short?
If we had nothing to compare.
You did right, I did wrong.
But who does even care?
We make context.
We give meanings.
We raise it up and bring it down.
At the end, who gets the crown?
Only standards decide.
Substandard gets sidelined.
And yet they both reach the finish line.
No winners nor losers.
They’ll make it in their own time.