I want to be the feeling that stays on your tongue after eating a chocolate which makes you want more.
I want to be the gentle light that enters through your window which wakes you up in the morning.
I want to be the peace you get while you lay down on the bed with hands and legs wide open, looking at the ceiling fan as it gives you breeze, it’s the only sky that you own.
I want to be the dust that stays on your book shelf who knows your secrets more than anyone.
I want to be the coffee stain on your table which reminds you of the sleepless nights you’ve had thinking of someone you barely knew.
I want to be a part. I want to be the very reason which will never let you forget that you’re still a child who wants to cuddle in his mother’s arms, a child who wants to make his parents proud, a child who doesn’t like spinach, a child who’s not afraid.
I know. And I’ll meet you soon while you’re struck in disbelief, I’ll remind you all the stories.
I’ll remind you, I’m still there for you.
You have a story.
There are words, waiting to be written.
Everything begins small.
Your little first steps, to climb up to her.
Mother, from where all your stories begin.
You are trying to climb up to her.
With her open arms, she gently, smiles.
Doubtless, you rise up.
Remember, those were your first steps.
Now, you’re all old, and strong,
Yet, you fear to climb the stairs of life.
Why don’t you trust?
Life is a book.
Why don’t you travel?
Why are you struck at the first few pages?
Let the chaos within burst out.
Even if you can’t see it, the story is weaving.
Thread by thread, into the tapestry of life.
And if words fail, hope remains.
For years to come, hope whispers, it’ll be better.
Better, sweeter, happier. Any more?
You leap through the dark mountains,
Follow storms. Yet, reach up to the stars.
Your first steps again. Do they taste the same?
Soaked in memories, happiness hails.
While sorrows make a wiser tale.
Mistakes, faults — the chapters you accept,
And do not wish to visit again.
The story of the fool you were, the story of the fool you are.
Wrapped up in few words,
One Adventure, called life.
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In city, my heart was spread so thin that I wasn’t feeling much of anything.
But there on the cliffs, I realized I was near the end.
My heart swelled and then hurt.
A fresh chapter begins.
A new community ebbs and flows around.
Their dreams. And hopes.
The strains of Mozart’s music swim in the air,
Gliding through countryside’s many cafes,
Glistening shores where children play,
Cobbled streets, merging with the silhouette of the 0ld fort.
Then the new friend became a speck on horizon,
The traveler felt a familiar sadness.
Not a story of enemies.
Not a story of friends.
Just a story of strangers, with some memories.
You know a time when you seek happiness, truth?
Not because you’re lost.
But you’re closer to where you’re meant to be.
That time, you’ll be, your own sun.
You’ll know that you’re made up of sunlight, thunder and fireworks.
No matter how far you travel, you can never run away from home.
You’ve got — roots of innovation and wings of imagination!
Let them grow.
“This is a not-so-obligatory present, wrapped up in 500 words.”
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“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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This time I am here to share with you some emotions through poetry.
It’s been a long while.
The artist has been painting snapshots from life.
To our surprise, the artist is struck somewhere.
“Everyday I get a new response,
A view from another direction.
I don’t know it’s your mind, soul, heart or you itself.”
It’s changing like seasons.
Everyday a new color added to the canvas!
This leaves the artist with questions, to which she can’t find answers.
“I keep sketching the portrait, started a year ago…”, she said.
Haven’t erased a stroke yet, but adding fresh ones.
Searching for coherency, searching for that familiar face.
The hues are scattered, the corona is spotless.
The picture seems to be muddled in itself.
“Why do you do this!?
Can’t it be more simple?”
This was a poem depicting emotions of an individual who’s trapped
within his or her conscience between right and wrong.
Then a girl came up, listen to what she felt.
She wanted to speak out loud his name to the mountains and hear it back forever.
At least they would reply her back with the same passion.
Let me narrate her story for you.
The Warrior’s Symphony
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in the countryside,
who had the most winning smile in the entire kingdom.
and the great warrior of warriors, a man.
whose stories of great victories muffled through the kingdom folks.
They past across hundreds of time,
sharing glances or pleasantries.
The girl admired the warrior for his unmatching skills.
For her father was a valiant warrior once.
One day she expressed if she could learn the same.
A season passed, the warrior returned to the land searching for a soldier.
And asked the brave if she wished to learn the art of victory.
She hesitated but it all began.
Now what happened, she sings here aloud.
The warrior taught her to stand alone..
Stand upon the battlefield,
To fight alone,
To face the enemy,
To be her comrade!
Time travels, things change..
“When I listen to his music, it feels like I am listening to my dreams.
Everyday. I wait for you, to come and knock. and teach me the art!
and sit and chat and scribble and laugh and giggle.
To know you it feels I am getting, a glance through myself.
When you go, I feel sheer emptiness.”
This strange feeling she can’t share with him.
When she gets annoyed with everyother person in this world.
Kith and kin can’t unveil her smile.
She makes gestures and faces one couldn’t even imagine.
But as the warrior marks his return from the far far lands..
And look into her eyes, and continue with the lesson,
“All I could do is stand and stare.
Forgetting it all.
I see as you move your sword high.
I see as your lips call my name.”
She learns with heart and is mastering the art!
But this all makes her feel something,
which is still unknown to her and him of course.
To which she has no explanations.
And makes her believe that may be there’s something,
Something he’s missing.
Painting her dreams she worries if he’d shatter them all.
What if he thinks her to be a comrade only.
And she mistook as comrade for life.
She calls his name to the winds,
And feel his presence in the sky.
As they fought together over the moistened mud,
leaving the footprints behind.
A story of living happily ever-after she began to weave,
A story of the mystique village of her dreams.
“I am waiting. And that’s all I could do.”
The warrior princess continues to sing the song and play the notes,
in search of her warrior,
in a hope that someday,
she could find him and never let him go.
She was no longer a little girl heart broken about him,
She was a grown women who smiled at it all,
but they were all wet smiles.
Finally what she realized is worth reading!
Let’s have a glance to her letter to the warrior, her mentor.
What occurred to me is beyond your imagination
You have been teaching me the skills a warrior should possess for almost a year or so.
But folks ask me why did you chose him to learn there were many other valiant warriors
who were there to guide you girl! They started making a notion of her getting attached to
the warrior emotionally. Then even I asked myself the most obvious question whether
I like you or not, but I didn’t have an obvious answer to it.
Seasons passed, I ignored these feelings and continued with my training.
One day it again occur to me am I going in the right direction? Isn’t this wrong?
She finally came to a conclusion that Life is about sharing happiness!
She was certainly attached to the warrior but it was a divine belonging, not selfish,
it was a relationship between a teacher and a student. People come across our lives,
some leave footprints forever, they are to be held in awe, respected and treasure them
for being there. We want to see them happy, because there we find happiness, without any reason.
On a closing note I would like to say feel free to share your emotions, Life’s all about sharing!