The way it is-

The way it is-

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Somedays,
I wish I could take,
A year-
Off.
To read,
Write,
Recite
Poetry.

But-
I’ve got bills
To replace,
A degree,
To attain
(Not for my pleasure of course),
I’ve got mama
To make proud of,
I dare not
Disappoint.

And me-
Who cares about-
Me.

That’s the way,
The world works,
Always have,
Always will-
I learnt.

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#My First Post Revisited

#My First Post Revisited

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Miss Tikeethat T from a Thomas’ point of view, tagged me yesterday, in a little fun blog tag I’ve been seeing floating around, but had previously positively turned a blind eye to. Why? You may ask. Well this tag is called #MyFirstPostRevised and as I wrote my first post on the 18th of august 2014, I was hoping it would have drowned amongst the multitude of posts I’ve written afterwards.

I don’t know if I have mentioned it before, but when I first began this blog, it wasn’t supposed to be for poetry. I guess it was supposed to be an inspirational blog? (I’m not really sure). Good thing I had figured out soon enough, I was more in need of inspiration than I could inspire. Without further digression, below is my first post: 

EMBRACING OUR AMBITION (August 18, 2014)

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We live in a generation where every single thing we do and say, even the littlest detail is scrutinized and criticized. Thus, making it easier for people to wall up and avoid their true calling and way harder to follow the path that they should be taking.

I remember when I first started to write poetry, it was in high school, and where I come from, they don’t get it. Anything that deviates from the traditional “medicine, accounting or engineering” gets a whole lot of resistance. And when you write, you instantly become one with your work, and it hurts when people don’t get it.

But here’s the thing, it shouldn’t matter what they say. I know it does matter, but it shouldn’t. Those people trying to diminish your spirit arent going to live your life for you. It’s your life to live, it’s your mistake to make and it’s your path to choose. If painting is what you love to do, then my dears, paint your hands off. If cooking is your passion, then set the kitchen on fire ( not literally though). The point is, there’s going to be resistance anyway, so just do what you would be happy the rest of your life doing.

It will be ridiculous of me to say it is easy, cause it’s not. There’s going to be people who’d hate what you do along the way, and you just gotta have a thick skin. Words would hurt but you don’t let it show, because the bigger picture is all that matters in the end.

So my dears, pick up those paint brushes, or the clay pot mix, or a pen and paper- whatever it is, block the world out and just do it. You really never know until you try and embrace it wholeheartedly. And remember, we owe it to ourselves to at least give it our all.

Here’s a little quote to sleep on: Don’t allow the world to define your greatness for most of this world is blind.           The end


Below are the rules, If you’ve been looking for an excuse to share your first post, or you are like me, and have been turning a blind eye and trying to avoid the challenge, feel free to join now. 

No cheating. (It must be your first post. Not your second post, not one you love…first post only.)
Link back to the person who tagged you (thank them if you feel like it or, if not, curse them with a plague of ladybugs).
Other rules:

Cut and paste your old post into a new post or reblog your own bad self. (Either way is fine but NO editing.)
Put the hashtag #MyFirstPostRevisited in your title.
Tag…um…five (5) other bloggers to take up this challenge.
Notify your tags in the comment section of their blog (don’t just hope they notice a pingback somewhere in their spam).
Feel free to cut and paste the badge to use in your post.
Include “the rules” in your post.

Of Sadness-

Of Sadness-

 

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She spoke to the wind,
When then sun went to sleep;
Of the places on earth,
She was yearning to see;
In the hopes it would whisper-
“Come along wee lassie”
And scoop her away,
To the land of her dreams.

She found her home weary,
And dreaded each dawn;
She sought for escape,
In the arms of a new home;
For sadness she thought,
Was a thing she could leave;
Till she moved miles from home,
But still felt it within.

The above image is courtesy of Binary Bonus Options 

All that you can be-

All that you can be-

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If there’s one thing I must say
Before I leave this earth, it’s this-
That the universe is large enough,
For all that you can be;
And never let a shadow cast,
It’s darkness on your dream;
Or the one who’s lived more decades,
Determine who you must be .
For my darling, life’s your ocean,
So sail it how you see fit;
They may say the tides too high,
But you’re the sailor of your ship.

The above image is courtesy of Pinterest- Dream Big

Writer’s Quote: Matthew G. Gubler

Writer’s Quote: Matthew G. Gubler

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Meet Mathew Gray Gubler. Some of you may know him as the genius FBI agent on Criminal Minds, Dr Spencer Reed. He is also involved in another aspect of creative arts other than acting/directing – Painting, to be more precise.

As the popular saying goes, “you may be the ripest peach in the garden, yet there’ll be someone who hates peaches”. In life, criticism is bound to follow. We can sit all day doing nothing and still be criticized for doing just that. Chasing our dreams is only going to increase the force of criticism. Certain things can’t be escaped, but our perspective of them goes a long way in how we deal with them- criticism is one of such things. If we could employ the advice of Matthew Gray Gubler, and just for a moment, envision criticism to be the beautiful creation he described it to be, it might be a whole lot easier to deal with.

Taking criticism by the hand and viewing it through rose colored glasses is not an easy task. But then again, it’s also not impossible. Bad days happen; negative comments have the tendency to strike just the right nerve; it hurts when hard work is viewed as everything less. We can’t control people’s words towards us but we can control to some extent, our reaction to them.
Next time we are hit with the close fisted criticism, lets try to imagine the words of our criticizers (as hard as it is), as nothing more than incentives towards a colorful masterpiece. And if that doesn’t work out, I say, sleep on it. Yup, some days, all the wisdom of inspirational words can only do so much without that much needed sleep, if we are being realistic. Sleep, and hopefully, the new day would bring a brighter perspective.

This post is in response to Writer’s Quote Wednesday hosted by Silver Threading.

Someone like you-

Someone like you-

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Show me- the parts of you,
Living in- the depth of wounds;
The scars hidden from all to see,
Show me your soul, your zeal to live-
For there is someone like you, in me.

Save the small talks and pleasantries,
Speak to me of- the thoughts that keep;
Those memories- which haunt your dreams,
The galaxies you’ll love to visit-
For there Is someone like you, in me.

When the miles, our worlds divide,
And vocalization wouldn’t suffice;
Read the words, with my heart I write,
And know Alone- you’ll never have to fight.
For there is someone like you..

The above image is courtesy of Missingjim.com

And I smile-

And I smile-

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When I think of him, I smile. I smile at my naivety, which some may call, stupidity. I smile at the insane idea, I could have anything- just, about anything. Beauty, brains, career, every single dream accomplished and still have that love by my side. Who was I kidding. I could try, I did try… The moment I grasped one, another slipped right through my fingers. And I smile, I can’t help but smile… It’s the only way I can breathe in air without drops falling out of my eyes.

“It’s me or it”, he said with eyes reflecting the winter weather- they were white and cold, nothing like I’d ever seen. I smile cause I didn’t see it coming. It was either him or it- he placed me in a position to make a ludicrous choice. But to me- he was never a choice, never an option, always a definite.

And at that moment, standing at the junction- I could see his bus moving. He never wanted to stay in the first place. And I let him go… He fluttered away like a newly hatched butterfly and I stood there, trying to make sense with the little rationale left of me. “What just happened?” I found myself asking rhetorically, time after time after time; The only answer- Maybe, they were right. Maybe, I can’t have it all at the same time. 

Image courtesy of : Chapter of my life on tumblr.

Of love and regrets-

Of love and regrets-

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And I let you go,
Do I regret it, No-
Except for the days the sunrises
And the nights the stars fall;
And the moment a thick cloud gathers
And the sight of a red golf;
And the diner across my apartment
And the scent of lavender plush;
And the moments your memories flash black
Like a blackout, clouding my neurons.

Regrets are part of a life lived
And your dreams demanded your call;
And I chose with all of my valor,
To give into what you want.
Was a month, then two, then silence
I knew for a fact- we were done.
And my heart beats just a little faster-
For your dream- was never me all along.

day 5 of October Poetry Writing Month. The prompt: capture a relationship or a feeling. Don’t just tell it, show it. 

IMAGE CREDIT: Beverly Tan

Writer’s Quote: Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Writer’s Quote: Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with Joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes’.

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from inside when all else fails.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.


This is my submission for Writer’s Quote Wednesday. The above poetry/Prose is titled THE INVITATION and was written by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.  I hope this week’s submission inspires you as much as it did me. I’m not going to add any more words to the above piece because I believe, the prose on its own speaks for itself. Till next week and have an inspiring weekend.   

IMAGE CREDIT: creations magazine.com

Writer’s Quote: Rupi Kaur

Writer’s Quote: Rupi Kaur

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Let’s take the above quote from the perspective of a writer, it would go something like this:
What’s the greatest thing a writer should learn? That since day one, they already have everything they need within themselves. It’s the world that convinced them they did not.

There are Certain people who’s sole aim in life is to diminish others spirit; to crush them and break their dreams. Yes, these people do exist and whenever we look to them for validation, we’re simply making their job or rather hobby, easier.
The point is, we shouldn’t need validation from anyone in order to chase our dreams. We shouldn’t wait for someone to read our stories and tell us, “this is going to be a best seller” before we actually believe and go ahead and publish it.

If we survive on people’s flattery, then we will die from their criticism and writers should not be like that, we are better than that. We are a group of people gifted with the talent of spurring emotions into words, of turning sorrows into humor, of creating a reality otherwise deemed surreal. We are the people who with simply a pen and a paper create a world, others can barely dream of.

We cannot expect the world to believe in us if we do not believe in ourselves. There is a saying- believe you can and you will. For anyone reading this, I want you to know that you have everything you need within yourself, don’t let the world convince you otherwise.

This is my submission to Writer’s Quote Wednesday (for which I am super late).