T- To the one who curses time

T- To the one who curses time

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Take heed my friend,
And curse time not;
The hands of the clock,
Move the same for all.

It ticks and it tocks,
With each passing dawn,
Allotting 24 hours
Regardless, to all.

The time I waste,
The time you make,
The best of use-
Is all the same.

Take heed my friend,
and curse time not,
For time is faultless,
We humans are not.

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It’s been a while-

It’s been a while-

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It’s been a while,
I wrote about you,
Not for lack of-
Inspiration,
Right wordings,
Or motivation.

It’s been a while,
I dreamt about you,
Nights are long
And calm and peaceful,
Things i’ve missed, haunted-
By your dreams.

It’s been a while
I thought about you,
Time, they say
Heal wounds and memories
Fade away,
Though it’s been a struggle.

It’s been a while,
This much I can tell you,
The cuts you made
Are merely scars now,
And I wear them- around me
Like an armour.

It’s been only a while…
But I’m making it through.

P.S this is not a love/ breakup poem. Go figure 😉😉

the above image is courtesy of Clippings.me

3 years-

3 years-

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The fault was never yours in the first place. You never asked me to fall, yet I did. You never promised me a large floating bouncing ball which would break my fall, I just always hoped your love would. I was wrong. But don’t worry, it’s not your fault. Maybe, I miscalculated, misinterpreted.

I never knew how strong I was till it was time to set the clock of our love, my love, to a stop. I thought my world would come crashing when I saw the word “baby”, referring to someone who isnt… Me. Well, my world spiraled a bit but it’s still as strong as ever. I spent 3 years on you, not any more. I spent 3 years on the fictional world I created of us, don’t ask if I regret It.

No, I’m not broken, Just a bit down at the moment. I know I deserve better and we were never right from the start. But I thought, it wouldn’t matter…
Anyway, it’s time… it’s time to put three years worth of practice, to show that love to the one who deserves it first of all- the face I see staring back from the mirror.
    

Writer’s Quote: Hugh Laurie

Writer’s Quote: Hugh Laurie

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Yesterday, I posted a poem about “truth being a bitter pill to swallow” which was inspired by an event that occurred with my sister. I rarely share the inspiration behind my posts, but this time, I want to make an exception.

My sister and I were conversing and she pointed out a certain flaw I struggle with; of course being me, I got defensive. It wasn’t until later on that I realized what she was trying to say. She wasn’t condemning me, merely stating a fact.
Now, this certain flaw is something once I became aware of, I try my best and go out of my way to overcome it.

I am not where I want to be in regards to it, but those who matter in my life know, I have come a long way from where I was. They know I try and If I was a zero few years back, I am a 6 now. Which even though is not a 10, it’s certainly better than being stuck at that zero.

We all have things we struggle with and traits we’d like to change, but the truth is- knowing our flaws and overcoming them are two different things. It’s not enough to say “okay I know that”, we’ve got to try to change it. Now I realize, there is no need to get hot headed over certain things. Change is a gradual process which doesn’t happen overnight. The fact that we are trying makes all the difference and those who matter in our lives know it.

This reminds me of a quote by Actor Hugh Laurie whom a lot you may know was the Genius sarcastic Doctor we can’t help but love- Dr Gregory House. He said,

-Time changes everything. That’s what people say, it’s not true. Doing things changes things. Not doing things leaves things exactly as they are.

Just thought I’d share an event which inspired me this week for Writer’s Quote Wednesday.

Writer’s Quote: Neil Gaiman

Writer’s Quote: Neil Gaiman

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I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes; because if you make mistakes, then you’re making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re doing something.
So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make new mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art or love or work or family or life. Whatever it is you are scared of doing, do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever
                   -Neil Gaiman

I was saving the above quote to share during the upcoming New year, but then, I thought, new year is a relative term. For some of us, a new year is far more represented by our “birthdays” rather than the first of January, some follow the Chinese calendar and some, the Islamic one. Today is as good a day to make a resolution as another day and the great part is, whatever resolutions we make beats the odd of not falling into the cliché uncompleted resolutions.

In life, we are advised to always think before we act and as good an advice as it is, we tend to take it a little more and spend all of our time thinking, rather than doing acting. And these seconds, minutes pass, the clock keeps ticking, while we, keep thinking. At the same time, we make resolutions like, “I’d start at Christmas” and then Christmas turns to new year, which turns to Eid and before we know it, the cycles gone round and we arrive at another Christmas with the same untouched goals we had a year back.

Today is the 30th, one more day and a new month begins. Here’s to making beautiful, amazing and glorious mistakes; to writing our worries and ignoring our fears; to completing our projects and changing ourselves; here’s to living and loving and writing away…

This post is in response to the weekly event Writer’s Quote Wednesday

Writer’s Quote: Dr.Seuss

Writer’s Quote: Dr.Seuss

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How many a time have we wondered, pondered, got frustrated over the fact that the deadline is here and we’re so behind. I for one am guilty of the crime. We keep on proclaiming “time is running” but in reality, time is actually walking at a medium pace. It is “we” who fail to realise all the things we can achieve in the enormous time we have until the alarm starts ringing that deadline has arrived. Of course, by then we’d automatically feel time has passed us by and blame poor time.

I pray we get the zeal and urge to face up to time, avoid the blame game of “time Is running” and use the minutes we have wisely. May the inks of our writing inspiration live on and may we defeat fiercely the urge to leave things undone until the last dying minute. May it never get too late too soon.

This post is in response to the blogging event Writer’s Quote Wednesay hosted by Silver Threading. Thanks for hanging here this week. Till next time 🙂

N- Now is good

N- Now is good

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Now that I’m older,
It does seem time flies;
Can barley grasp minutes,
‘Fore they slip through my hands.

                   Now days are running,
                   While the nights seem too short;
                   It’s the first string of light ,
                   ‘Fore you know, dusk arrives.

Now I am learning-
Life is a series of test;
Experience comes first hand,
And the lessons come next.

                   Now, is substantial-
                   Now is good, Now is great,
                   For all the things needing doing;
                   Tomorrow maybe too late.

Infinity in a Minute…

Infinity in a Minute…

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I want more time to write,
To sit;
Think, stare, ponder
Deeply;
Embrace nature, revel
In it’s beauty;
Write it all down,
My thoughts in words;
Style and rhythm,
That I love.

To read and revise,
Read some more;
I want more time,
For literature.

But then again,
I look to the trees;
Leaves swaying,
Freely In glee;
Pollens rising,
To the wind’s rhythm;
Unaware of the yearning,
The “more”, my greed.

The edges of my lips,
Upward they crease;
Realizing the moment,
That I’m living in;
The passion within me,
I’m grateful to thee;
For this little infinity,
Within a minute:
It’s more than most realize
They need.

In the dance of the pollens,
A lesson I learnt;
What I have now,
Is all that I need;
A minute for poetry,
Is enough for me-