Poems

Thoughts

Do you take your thoughts seriously?

If so I can imagine how your life would be,

riddled with fear and anxiety

life feels like a horror film on eternity

But if you observe very carefully

They are like passing clouds floating endlessly

Dont believe them unnecessarily

For they are not what they seem to be.

Replace them with positivity

whenever it is necessary

Let them float across without touching thee

Being aware of the vicious cycle of negativity

You will see your life turnaround

to a future that is bright and unbound.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Just thinking...

Resistance

Alarm goes off but my sleepy head wants to snooze some more,

“I am on a diet” I say, and instead stuff my mouth with some chocolate dripping smores

I know I need to exercise to keep healthy and fit

But the comfort of the couch is pain-free and I instead sit

Seeing paint and brushes, I yearn to make art

Remembering my childhood, I glow from my heart

Then I tell myself, It’s not like I’m Picasso, who is going to care.

It’s better to stay the same, instead of provoking glares.

And promise myself, that I will start afresh soon

It’s been twenty years, and I’m yet to find time to do the things I should do

Why is that I resist that which would make me feel good?

Is there a conspiracy again all my “Shoulds”?

I look on my shoulder and see an evil grin,

Telling me I finally found out my evil twin.

I nip him and put him in a box with a tight lid

And say to myself, that I will start today instead.

 

Steven Pressfield  in his book “The War of Art: Winning the Inner Creative Battle” says there is a force just like gravity in this universe “Resistance” which restricts us from doing the work that we came here to do. It was nice to finally have a name for all the times, we have not done the things that we know that we should do, but never do it anyway. It comes in many forms he says, as Procrastination, lethargy, excuses and it is our job to recognize it and do that which our heart tells us to do. In the end, at least we are happier that we overcame resistance instead of feeling miserable about all the things we never did.

Poems

Prince Charming

Fairy tales read at bedtime

Told me of a Prince who would complete me in this lifetime

Held on to this dreams and looked out the window,

For the Prince to arrive and take away my sorrow.

Held on to the hope that my Prince would arrive,

And deliver me, from this prison of mine.

Held on to the fantasy that once the Prince enters,

I would be free from my dark tormentor.

My Prince did arrive, I thought I was finally saved

I sighed with relief that I got the love that I craved

Little did I know, that he was looking for the same

Someone to complete him – a dame who would take his name.

Disappointments took me on a quest for the question that still loomed

Why did I still feel incomplete? Am I doomed?

After all the searches the path led me back to me.

There was nothing that I lacked and I was whole and complete.

I was my savior and the answer to my questions in the end,

And my ‘Happily ever after’ began just then.

Just thinking...

Choice…

C

Life and death a parenthesis in eternity
What I do in between is entirely left to me.
The circumstances that I was born into
Was exactly what I needed, for my soul to evolve consciously.
But where I went from there
Was the choice bestowed unto me.
I have the power, I have the choice
To make this place hell or a place to rejoice.
I could wallow in self-pity, blame others for my problem
and cry out at the injustice done unto me;
Or use the lessons that I learnt to help some other soul
Be a beacon of hope and guide them to their true North Pole.
Spread love instead of bitterness, forgive instead of spitefulness, be grateful and not complain.
Help me God to remember these choices and to live without disdain.

Just thinking...

Awake?

A

Seas filled with toxic dump,

Forests slayed to make more room,

Carbon spewed through the industrial pump

Making glaciers melt fast, pronouncing doom.

Hatred running rampant with her hair billowed in the breeze

People killed in the name of glory

Nuclear tensions rising with unease

Animals lives too are grim and gory

God are you awake? don’t you see, all that is happening in our planet which makes me weep.

Please wake up God, clear this mess I plead.

In the silence God whispered

I am awake

ARE YOU?

Poems

Be in the moment!

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My first step out of my bed
makes my mind run ahead;
Planning things that I need to do
Wishing I had already done some yesterday too
I hurry, I scramble, I get the children out of bed
I prod them, I scold them and threaten to leave them instead.
My mind is in a panic now
Thinking of all the things I need to get done.
I drop them off to school in a hurry
And press the accelerator and zoom
Stuck in traffic I cuss the world

The rain, the thunder which is adding to the fuel.
I take a deep breath and sigh
And look out of my window to see a smile.
A toothless grin so innocent and without guile
Jolts me back to the present moment without strife.
Bringing me memories of bygone years of my children.
A tear creeps up, a sorrow takes hold thinking of how I never enjoy
The small special moments that make my everyday.

The laughter of my children, the sound of chirping birds, the shapes of those clouds
That linger on the sky.
I vowed to myself to be more aware of those simple pleasures,
To be in the moment and not stress the little things.
For things that I did are not written on my grave
But whom I loved and leave behind will be those who say my name.

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Questions???

Who am I? Why am I here?
Who am I? Why am I here?

In the dark lonely hours when I was with myself,
Questions and nagging doubts got down from the hidden dark shelves.
Where I had stacked them neatly, buried them deeply to prevent the anxiety from taking a hold.

Why am I here? Where did I come from? Who am I?

Stood out one by one before me.
Pointing a finger and asking me not to hide them, but begging me to free them with an answer instead.

I got many books on hold,
Read through the scriptures that were told.
Listened to the teachers who said
They had all the answers in their fold.
Tried many a tricks, followed many a pricks
Felt used and disoriented as I still had no answer to the questions that stood.

As I lay awake in the dark with my heart so heavy,
Deciding finally, to lock those questions tightly.
In the silence of that night I finally heard
A little voice crystal clear.
You are the answer to the questions asked.
Look within and find the spark.
That which pervades this whole wide world,
Is waiting inside for you to unfold.

No master, no books can take you in there,
For you are your own master for your soul to bare.
Sit in silence and watch your own breath
It is as simple as that.

Then you realize beneath the cloud of thoughts on the sky of your SELF
A shining light that is in every flower, every bee and the kelp.

Then you find the peace, the joy, the happiness that you have searched around,
Waiting for you to unlock and for it to unbound!