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Navita
India Just penning my reflections!!!
This human spirit is nothing but ceaseless wonder Encompassing in it all that it passes through Never does it even once flounder No doubt I always do wonder! Reticent when it has to be Adaptable as the situation seems Unwavering to the call of duty Full of admiration to nature’s beauty. Malleable to human struggles Fortified by ones foibles Bolstered by inner confidence Tepid to inconsideration. Even as life goes through its swings It slides and swings back to its bearings Ah! What would this place be? Without the wonder of this ceaseless spirit inside me!
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
Ceaseless Wonder
I am the architect of my dreams It is not all that difficult As it seems. It is up to me to multiply my joys And leave behind my sorrows As I build the castle of my life Fortifying it with my strife. I pave my path with concrete goals Cementing it hard with what inspires Moulding my actions Even though I need to perspire. My struggles gain a foothold As I climb up the ladder Through the tinted glass of vision Can one see my aspiration. All around can I see The success of what I had perceived. It was not always the same But then such is the life’s game. So believe me you are the architect of your dreams You and only you can do what you wish to mean.
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
I am the Architect of My Dreams
Really, excuse me, will staying indoors stop me It might keep me inside But my will to learn would never really subside. But of course, you tell me social distancing Is the norm now a days. It might keep me away from my dear ones But really! Excuse me for telling, we are bonded through our heart. Don’t touch and be near the crowds Definitely has a sign of foreboding to it. But once again if you can excuse me I am touched by the acts of generosity, kindness and humanity Those acts crowd and cloud my vision And prevent me from thinking just about myself. Pardon and excuse me for this thinking That this enfant terrible of a virus Has brought us all together. What could not be achieved by sermons and pleadings Has been done by this dreaded unseen microscopic entity.
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
Excuse me, will that stop me?
When the doors open I shall rush out Soak in the beauty all around And have all the little pleasures till now out of bound. I shall revel in the company of all With whom I was distanced through these times I no longer will take for granted That tomorrow will I show them that they are equally wanted. I shall enjoy the spirits so spry That made times good and instantaneously fly. Little things will have a big role in my life That will help me move through any strife. The day the door opens I shall fly out And never for a moment think That my life could ever have been on the brink.
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Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 1:05 PM UTC
When the Doors Open
A glimmer of hope seeps through With each ray of sun that breaks in Today is yet another day Where I shall sit and mull once again. Let me hold on to these rays For I do not wish the days to pass The nights seems unceasingly long I lie awake to catch the golden hues As it dispels the darkened wait. Lifting my darkened spirits Dampened soul Hidden fears And crouching persona. I hold on to the rays of the sun They help me tide over the night so glum.
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 8:09 AM UTC
HOPE
Misty hues surround us As the sound of silence envelopes us. Tear-dried faces greet us Bodies soaked in sorrow and pain meet us. Relinquished human spirit opens the door Unburdened souls walk in on that floor. Indefatigable were we Surrendered now we lie. All covered in the mist Of the uncertain tryst.
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
Misty Hues
I am an artist I draw my life. I am a teacher I teach my steps. I am a doctor I treat my destiny. I am a lawyer I judge my actions. I am a builder I build my success. I am a translator I translate my opinion. I am a  photographer I take  my memories. I am a writer I write my future. I am a chef I cook my mood. I am a businesswoman I manage myself.
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 2:07 PM UTC
I draw my life
There goes the hearse of my dreams Of joys unexplored Sorrows untold Friendships left in the cold As now yet again I set in life’s fold. It takes from me the days I took for granted The people whose company I wanted The relations that mattered And all of my feelings now lie shattered. Numb with disbelief Lies humanity. At one stroke The tide turned Turning everything into a pall of gloom Wonder till whence shall It loom?
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC
There Goes the Hearse of My Dreams
Eerie silence Desolate streets Hounding distances All seem to creep. Magnified by solitude Ineptness of humans marred Lives forever scarred Joie de vivre seemingly barred. No fires No screams No gun battle Or damaged seams Just the unseen enemy silently gleams. Is this the end? Alone with no one to mourn With fear and anger Raging inside But a look of uneasy calm on the OUTSIDE.
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
Is It the End
As the rays of the sun peeped in The hope seeped through Gone was the frenzied schedule Of racing against time Because Time stood still. All ready and nowhere to go Time gave us the opportunity to find Pleasures which in daily quest, one had to forgo. Heard was the sweet voice with deliberation For there was no need to hasten Out came requests and commands became restrained For there were just the handful in the house, the ones who listened. Exploratory delights became part of the routine Cleaning of minds, thoughts and of course nooks and crevices Was how we passed our time. Spending time with loved ones Making memories and recollecting bygones Wishing for future With wistfulness and pragmatism Marked the days’ vision. For each waited for a new morning Praying for things to be changed And somehow to let these moments spent together To remain UNCHANGED.
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
When Time Stood Still