When you see a ball thrown in your direction with high velocity
The immediate instinct is to run towards and bat
The shot doesn’t hit right
You lose energy
And sometimes get hurt
Let the ball come to you, move back
Stay relaxed
Observe the ball
Stop
And hit
Don’t hit the ball while you are running
When your ask is anything
But understood
And then they complaint
That you don’t respond
Despite the multiple asks
Either way,
You become the person
Who is perennially at odds
The more you try the hold
The more it slips
Let it go
Let it go
Nothing is yours
Nothing ever will be
Don’t believe then
If they say so
Let it go
Let it go
A year that set you on a new journey
New often came with much stimulation
Many shocking surprises
Pushing boundaries
Pushing you
And you’ll soon find yourself
On the other side
And admire your new capabilities
She was being carried away by the tides
No matter how much control she tried to exercise
The flux was more
Than she could resist
Neither today
Nor in this lifetime
No, you don’t leave
All those years behind
You only leap into
A new life
That would take
Most of your time
And you will still
Have your bunch
And all their affection
Whenever you look around
Away from the perceptions
Of the world around us
And it’s opinions
Of how things should be
Of What’s beautiful
What isn’t
How it should be
And it shouldn’t
She reminds herself
Of what she had learnt
To be herself.
She was moving towards tomorrow
And moving away from today
Journeys that came
With a crazy mix of feelings
To look forward
To the little known
While being carried away
From the very known
To move ahead
Because you’ve been waiting to
Or so
To be a minimalist
And to remain one
She realised, were
Two different things
When accumulation
Is encouraged
Consumerism
Highly marketed
Needed to
take a step back
And stay focused
On the basics
Sometimes it seems tough
Not because it is
But because it’s new
Change, she had known
Was not easy
Change, the only constant
Always catches her
Unprepared and launches her
Into a different sphere
Change, that awaits her
While she still lives
One day, one moment, at a time
She believed in miracles
He believed in nothing
What it was to be loved
He appeared to know not
He carried within
Impressions of discontent
And baggage of the past
Left by a world unkind
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