Redemption!

Another day is up and about

And the loneliness persists.

It is as strong as if I were alone.

When life becomes a constant mess,

And the only words that come to mind are

‘Get out of here!’

Depression becomes the order of the day.

Misery is comfortable

And logics take a strong mind.

When mistakes rule the world

And apologies became a daily routine,

When the mind loses its sanity

And reasons give way to cribbing.

When we become a burden on the people who love us

And we lose faith on ourselves,

That’s when the clock strikes twelve

And the truth dawns in…

Change!

Fight!

Become yourself!

The mistakes we made in the past

We cannot undo,

The time we lost,

We cannot bring back.

The things we broke,

We cannot fix them again.

But the mess we made,

We can clean it up again.

We cannot bring back the beginning

But we can give it a new beginning.

So let us redeem ourselves

Let us be the person we wanted to be.

Let us the walk the path we were meant to walk

And let us stop being afraid of our steps!

If life already is a mess,

The worst we could do

Is mess it up some more.

But if we succeed,

We could bring back the sense of self we had lost.

So let’s keep fighting!

If we lose,

We will be back to where we began.

If we win,

Ours will be the world,

And ours will be the life.

So stop fearing,

Get your gear

And get, set, go…

Because O’ faithless wanderer,

Life is too short to lose yourself

And too long if you be someone else.

So make your own way,

Set your own goals,

And walk away to the mountains that await.

For in this world,

The golden letters will fade,

But as long as you walk your way,

You shall always remain…

Why the Loneliness…

This is one of those moments

When life seems as confusing and unmanageable

As a silent sea beneath the starry sky.

There is no tempest

Yet there is no tide,

There is no light

Yet there are the stars.

There is purpose

Yet there is the confusion masking the will to work.

There is focus

Yet there is no energy to learn.

When solitary time starts feeling like isolation,

When alone stops being different from lonely,

When independence starts suffocating,

Clinginess takes over love.

Where is the ‘I’ll do it myself’ attitude,

Where is the ‘I like being with myself’ feeling?

Why being alone in the room

Feels like abandonment

Rather than optimum time to work?

Why the half hour break

When everyone walks their way

Reduces me to tears than inspire me to take the books out?

Why motivation is required to work,

What is the need for a pep talk

Every time I am left alone?

Why does it take every last bit of energy

To not feel helpless when alone?

This was not me,

This is not what I had wanted to be!

Then why the dependence

Why the need for company than just want?

Why do I need distractions

To keep my thoughts in check when work should be enough?

Where does this lead me

If it does lead me anywhere?

Where is the road I meant to take?

Where is the life I meant to live?

Why am I becoming a burden on those who love me?

Why am I becoming a liability than the pillar of strength?

Where is the maturity now?

Where did the independence of thought get lost?

Where is the sense of balance?

Where is the ‘I’… 

PERSISTENCE!

How many times have we begun the race

And let go?

How many times have we been

Inches away from victory

And opted out?

How many times have we failed

Not for lack of talent

But for lack of faith?

Faith

In hard work?

In ourselves?

Maybe.

But if it were,

Why would we begin in the first place?

Yet we fail…

We begin,

We fight,

We face difficulty,

We let go.

Life is not lived with unkept promises.

Battles are not won with abandoned plans.

Victories are not gained with hollow words.

Persistence.

The one word

That makes one Zuckerberg

And the other - just any other.

Persistence is a beautiful word.

Until obeyed.

Persistence means to keep fighting

Until the last breath catches,

To keep running

Till the ball hits the goalpost,

To keep singing

Till the highest note is touched,

To keep working

Till the greatest grade is achieved.

It’s not easy.

It’s the most difficult task to complete.

Persistence requires persistence to achieve!

So before you wonder what sets a winner apart,

Think of this word

For it changes life.

For those just beginning,

Be ready for seeming impossibilities.

For those already failed,

You failed not a word but life.

For those who won,

Yours is the world

And You are free to live!

So stop making excuses

And start running!

Persist till the goal is reached!

Stop wasting time
inspiring yourself every minute

Motivations come from within!

Fight!

Persist!

Win!

Fight to win

And win to fight!

For if you’re not working to win,

You’re not working at all.

Persist!

It’s not the blood you lost that counts

But the battle you won that does.

So fight

And as you do,

You’ll realize

The motive power you spent your life searching for,

Was all along just an inch away

Just a word away…

Persistence.

Keep Running...?

We spend our entire lives
living a rush

Running from what we love

Thinking we’re moving forth.

We keep running faster and more,

Mistaken we’re getting closer,

Ignoring the truth in front of us.

Escapism or just a rush

Or maybe ignorance it is

But we keep running away -
From what,

we don’t know.
Towards what,

We never thought of.

We make a dream and start running

And no stops to check the way

And in circles we run

Getting nowhere

Tiring out for nothing,

Until Life catches up…

Who am I

Where am I going

Where will that lead me

And we forget the most important question.

Do I want it?

Am I doing what I wanted

Am I learning what I loved

Am I still the person I rooted to be?

If yes, do I like it?

If no, where did I go wrong.

Where do I turn back now?

For life comes with 'no go-back’ situations.

But no matter how wrong and how far we may have come,

There’s always a reroute back to the beginning.

It’s not enough to bring back the time we lost

But it is enough

To bring back the Life we lost.

So let’s grab that chance.

Let’s stop for one second

And reflect back on all that we have lived

And all that we can still do

To live the life we wanted to live.

So take a break,

Stop!

Stand still!

And face the life.

And as you come out of that auto-pilot

You’ll realize life was always giving us a chance,

We were just fast enough not to see it.

So now take the gamble

And rush to the peaks.

For O’noble thinker,

Life is still running…

The Final Dream...

In those moments of helplessness,
hopelessness and loneliness,
there is a single thought
that sustains...

A dream...

And the dream
to make that dream a reality.

Through the continuous maze
of years of preparations,
sometimes the fruits
get the better of us.

That desperate urge
to put our knowledge to test
even in an uncaring world
is enough
to make us forget of the end dream.

The finale...

The ultimate.

In the void of tiredness,
it is necessary
to keep that hunger alive.

The hunger
to be ever learning,
to be ever striving,
to do what
purifies the soul
and not just fills pockets.

The hunger to be
what we are meant to be.

The driving force,
the motive power of our lives.

That one thought
that makes life worthwhile.

The end game...

It's difficult
not impossible
when the picture
is burned so vividly
in our hearts,

To reach where we belong,
to shoot that one goal
that'll win us the match,
to look at us,
and to be able to tell ourselves -

There's still farther to go,
there's still life to live,
there's still a hunger to satiate...

There's still
the final dream to live!

Where is me...

A common feature in a man's life
is the herd of "friends"
that are often found flanking him
wherever he goes,
in presence or in mind. 

Just as you never see a cow without a cattle
you never see a man
without the usual rattle.

Where are the spaces,
the empty playgrounds
where you could just sit on the swing
unashamedly staring nowhere?

Where are those lone times
where you could jut cry your eyes out
without a bother of audience?

Where are those empty moments
where you could hear your heart
not the gossips of the latest love couple?

I am tired.
Tired of the everlasting chatter
of the things that don't matter
by the people that don't matter.

I am urging to fly
to be given the space to
spread my wings.

Those empty grounds to run
free as an eagle,
exhilarated as a horse,
majestic as a lion...

Where is the childhood
where friends meant playmates
not my-mind-your-mind soulmates.

Where am I
in this big, wide jungle
of 'civilized' inmates?

Who am I?

Am I the voice in my head
or the voice that is
struggling to come out of my head?

Am I the reason?
Or is the reason me?

Am I the girl I think I am?
Is the voice me?
Or does it belong
to the horde of those around me?

Who am I?
And most importantly,
Where am I...

SPARROW OR EAGLE?

And I feel stuck

in the colorless abyss of good,

of average.


The worst thing about good,

you can't condemn t

for it's not bad

but you can't love it

for it's not great.


And here I am

in this world of average,

of forced satisfaction

with the traces of 'like'

far from 'love'.


The second best.


I don't belong here.


Too late did I understand

what it feels like

to deserve the best

and to be stuck

with the average.


It's my fault

and remarkably,

it's not too late

to mend it.


It's late but not too late.


And I have one choice to make.

Choose to be the best among the average

or leave behind the average

take a risk of life

and strive for the best.


In the end,

I think the choice is not between good and the best

but between being a

sparrow and an eagle.


A sparrow can fly

but she can never reach the height.

An eagle needs to work an extra mile

but once she reaches the height,

you'll be hard pressed

to pull her down.


It's flying

and if a sparrow tries,


she can reach the eagle

but if an eagle tries

she'll forever outfly the flies.


So what to do,

strive for the best among the average

or let go of all

and strive for the best

with the possibility of getting the worst the next time.


I think I'll take a chance.

A road not taken

a life changing risk.


But as they say,

only with the possibility of prison

comes the true excitement of a con.


So I'll take a shot

for good or for worse,

I'll be the eagle...