Just like a butterfly is twisted within the cocoon,
And the roots muddled close to moist soil,
And the sun basks in the moonlight,
And my untamed morning hair,
You are tangled, within me.
When you help them build stairs to the moon,
And you think you all are going together and reach up soon.
But you forget one important thing,
The wooden staircase could take only one person at a time.
So they climb up, leaving you behind.
You thought we’ll all stand together, once we reach.
But a lesson did they teach?
But momma said always help people, be kind and generous,
Don’t say I, but worry about the ‘Us’.
But momma didn’t know that people no longer care,
They get what what they want, and do not do fair.
They forget your help or the days they needed you,
The one who made the stairs and was left behind by you.
I laugh in despair, that momma when they had reached up,
At least they didn’t break the stairs,
I should have believed they never cared.
But momma you never told me that I had to be little selfish,
All I did was share and share until things got finished.
I should have kept some things for myself in this world,
Days after days things got more swirled.
I got infuriated by all this muddle,
I was left alone, with no one to cuddle.
I cried, I shouted, I screamed.
For God, what bad have I done,
that I could not get to my dream.
I vowed to not help people anymore,
Not be kind or generous, or helping a sore.
I saw the world through a broken glass,
I was drawing myself away from the mean class.
But deep in my heart, I believed,
That the one who’s the strongest, and kindest,
Then success, happiness all you achieve!
I knew how to build those stairs, so I did it again,
I learnt from experience, I grew from that pain.
I reached even higher than they can imagine ever,
And they were back in news telling me clever.
Oh fools, I thought, what have you done,
You never knew there’s a difference between a planet and the sun!
But one thing all we must learn from now,
Look for real people, because it’s a fake town.
Share only with those who’re worthy of that gift,
The people, who are there and never split.
And you need to give yourself, is your help first,
So that you climb up the moon, with the stairs you trust.
Be kind, sincere and fearless,
Because you’re special, and you’re no less!
Hey guys, I’ve written this poem on my personal experience, it’s straight from the heart, and it’s my present story, if you liked it,share and help spread the word, thanks!
A silly young cricket, accustomed to sing
Through the warm, sunny months of gay summer and spring,
Began to complain when he found that, at home,
His cupboard was empty, and winter had come.
Corruption. Pollution. Unemployment. Illiteracy. Women Empowerment.
No. The biggest trouble India’s facing is the deep rooted mediocrity among her people.
People have a chalta h attitude, which means let it be, whatever’s happening, let it happen.
We are a country with a glorious past. Our battle for freedom proves the inherent never giving up attitude with our souls.
We were like ants:
1. Not intimidated by the sheer size of the objects that they need to carry
2. Value Teamwork, they help each other making it possible for them to achieve their goals
3. Organized in how they carry out their tasks that they are able to accomplish it no matter how big the task is
4. Having your reserves-up to cope with unforeseen things
But things have changed.
Non-performing citizens, our governance system is paralyzed. People have lost the required motivation to carry forward the legacy of our glorious past. As this culture of mediocrity has perpetuated meticulously by the socio-political-cultural systems, it has deeply percolated into the psyche of an average Indian. Not only that, we all configure the major trouble is the missing elements of “excellence and self- discipline/regulation” in socio-cultural spheres of India. The common man has become the symbol of bad self- discipline and non-performance.
Today’s youth and it’s false ambitions, the verbal fluency of our intellectuals, and the fickle-mindedness of our politicians- all this leave little but a gnawing incompleteness in the frequency of the oscillation of our nation. The mindless demonstrations by youth and it’s representatives and the personal opinion of the common man: all are critical of the present malfunctioning system of governance and shout for collective desire for change.
In the bleached atmosphere of the new century, it is hard to tear apart the mediocrity from the fabric of our nation, the equation hardly matters. What matters is that it’s people are believers, and they expect life to change. Something good is bound to rise from ashes. Far away in the rumbling foundation, a seed of hope is silently spreading it’s roots and the sirens will soon sing the melody of a coming transformation.
In a small town, a village teacher is giving lessons to the future torch bearers of our nation, the little hope, though faint, gives hope for a remake. The fruit of the tamped earth must rise and bring back the zeal to get over with our complacency with mediocrity.
“I don’t know where to start.”
“One who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to.”
No matter how many losing seasons you might have had in the past,
the good thing is that all teams get a fresh start once summer starts.
Remember your future begins today!
Beginnings could happen more than once or in different ways.
You could think you were starting something afresh, when actually,
what you were doing was carrying on as before. He had faced his shortcomings,
and overcome them and so the real business of walking was happening only now.
I mean there might be a day when you’ll think, Ah! I wish I could have started this much before!
Doesn’t that happen? It does. Always.
So, always drop the thinking, and ACT.
I, along with my friends are working on this project called Startup-Café, well that’s what it is called for now.
We are beginning today with a hope to see more freshers pursuing entrepreneurship every year,
and connecting them with real time entrepreneurial minds as mentors through live portal.
Basically, celebrating ventures from the students of Indian Universities globally!
And our website is coming soon and we are pretty excited about it.
After all, entrepreneurship is all about risking it all, and starting afresh,
where each day is new with no mistakes or worries, just opportunities!
So, have a passion, fight for your dreams and achieve it.
Have a never declining attitude towards life that let’s do it and let’s see what happens.
“You can dance in the storm.
Don’t wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long.
You can can do it now. Wherever you are, right now,
you can start, right now; this very moment.”
― Israelmore Ayivor
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I attended a conference today on public speaking by Mr. P, I was so motivated by it that I came to a conclusion. Have a read.
What do you want to become? What is your dream? How do you see yourself 5 years down the line?
Big questions. Aren’t these? Yes absolutely!
So let’s talk. Let’s talk about dreams, aspirations, hopes.
These are complicated and yet fascinating questions. But have you really thought about it ever?
What if one doesn’t know what’s his or her dream? Is his life finished?
No. If one doesn’t where to go, you’ll eventually reach the place you want to be. Because things will move in right order themselves. But how? There’s a simple answer. Because you know what not to do. Thus you won’t waste time unnecessarily. All you need is to dream big, continuously thrive for change and creativity in anything and everything you do. Keeping up the passion towards work and life and maintaining balance between the two is important.
Just trust the process.
Once you board the right bus at the right time and sit in the right seats you’ll end up at the right destination. It’s not when you’ll choose but not choose the wrong ones and be left with the right one.
So don’t choose but reject the wrong ones. Someone is always there to help you, and that’s you yourself. Got it? In this process, one day you’ll end up where you are meant to be.
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KOI NO YOKAN
(n.) The sense upon first meeting a person that two of you are going to fall in love
Does that happen?
Yes, it does, she said.
Sometimes when you meet someone,
like a wind passing by, and the scent it left.
Like someone played an old song,
reminding you of the old times,
Or someone brewed coffee,
Or turned pages from an old book.
Like a trace of someone’s perfume,
which brings pain in the knees.
But you won’t tell.
LA DOULEUR EXQUISE
(n.) the heart wrenching pain of wanting affection of someone unattainable
Is that pain real?, he said.
Real. she replied.
Yes.You might have a homesickness for a home, to which you cannot return back,
Or you have never been to. People, places and memories! Those you miss, don’t exist anymore.
For the irony of pain is that, you let the same person you love, hurt you over and over again.
And the beauty of the situation is that, you want to be comforted by the same person who hurt you.
Having perfected our disguise,
we search for a person we can’t fool.
Someone who loves you for what you are,
not what you look.
May the fairy tales be true.
Let their be magic!
When you want to come out,
of the shell, like a seed.
When you are back as a child,
with the one who completes,
as the missing piece,
from the puzzle of your life.
Or whispers the missing notes,
to your incomplete song.
Because, may be,
you have to love the wrong person,
once or twice,
to be thankful for the right one.
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