Food for thought....

This thing called life has been the most amazing teacher - 

• it has given me plenty of lessons to learn from 
• it has encouraged me with rewarding ups and moments of sweet joy
• it has punished me with critical yet constructive downs and bitter times
• it has been the perfect recipe to shape the imperfect me! 

Sometimes I sit and look back at my adventurous journey so far; from a silly teeny-booper, to a serious working professional, from an unsettling mind to a calmer soul and I wonder how teeny weeny things in life can bring both unwelcoming and welcoming changes... It is simply about letting go of the inviting yet harmful changes as a passing phase and holding on to the right ones I guess. 

It is at such times I am reminded of a few things I am often told, especially when moments appear glum for no reason - 

• you cannot change everything about a situation, especially when most elements are not in your control
• you have to learn to let go, learn to see through certain things or situations in order to feel stress free
• the beauty of life never lies in textbook perfect situations or candyfloss - the fun and beauty is in accepting what is perfect and balancing the imperfections with panache! 
• there can be no problem without a solution to it!

Simple things, we know, yet often tend to overlook.  There are times when I promise myself to always remember these tidbits and keep my chin up no matter what... It is simply about sticking to that promise, not for anyone else, but for myself - for I am the creator for both my happy times and sad - the choice is mine, simply mine! 

Scribbles in Verse...

There have often been times when the writer’s block hits me and I begin to wonder will I ever be able to put pen to paper, express how I feel or simply scribble something and still feel good about it!

That’s when I take off to what people may call poetry and I refer to simply as scribbles in verse (considering my poor knowledge of poetry writing) in a vague attempt to put down my thoughts! Reproducing some of lines...

Something called hope....

One of my first few poems, closest to my heart and something that can find relevance anytime of the day

"Calm and quite it was, like no life in it,

The tempest seemed to rise, as hallucinations lit.

Only hallucinations they were, as reality's light stopped to succour,

Everyone looked petrified, as end seemed to occur.

But someone believed, something called hope exists,

Thus he began to clear, the hallucinations' mists.

And the mists gave way, reality with obstacles began to cope,

Only because someone believed, there is something called hope".

Of Friends and Friendships

A shout out to all the wonderful friends I have been blessed with & those I will meet

I dream of the days of frolic and fun, of banter, of chuckle, of smiles that we spun.

Strong bonds of friendship that fills the air, tiffs and squabbles, oh so rare!

I walk along, with a heavy heart, seeking those dreams on a journey I depart.

A shoulder to cry, a hand to hold, I seek my friend with a heart of gold…

I look, I search, I hunt, in vain, a thousand eyes hound me in disdain.

But my heart tells me, you’re there my friend, to spread a smile, and desolation to end.

And as the sun begins to set, as bees and birds return to their nest,

The dark engulfs me, I begin to fear, you eclipse the dark and wipe my tear!

And those times when that writer’s block hits!

So much to express, so much to say,

Need to gather my thoughts, for another day...

Things may look grim, they may be dark,

But with a smile & some will, I'll have them my way!!