There will be haters,
There will be admirers,
There will be observers,
There will be inspire-rs1',
There will be backstabbers,
And there will always be people,
Who'll either love you wholeheartedly,
Or hate you from each nucleus of there body,
Not always for a specific reason in both cases,
But for the soul you are.
Accept love, accept acceptance,
Wait not, when you receive nothing
But 'Ignorance'

You'll meet people,
Who'll change the meaning you've had for life,
Or maybe make your life
Way more meaningless than it ever was
for you.
People will come and go,
Like the seasons you know,
But remember, they will all teach you a lesson
that will help you grow.

Amidst this hustle and bustle,
Know, that life's but a puzzle,
Sometimes struggles too
Will indeed be inevitable,
For that's what may take you to success's pinnacle!

When you feel happy, contended  & delight
...Write!
When the world doesn't seem alright and you're going through an inside fight,
...Write!
When you've a lot in your head,
But your mouth can't speak of that sight,
....Write.

Don't let those emotions,
Clutter inside.
For some of them,
Are better set to fly,
The best escape therefore,
Is to
...Write & Write!

Writing needs not a 'trained writer' always
But a someone,
Who can explode, everything with eloquence
through a paper & pen
And everything that's so incrusted in them.

...And if that writing flows like a fountain,
Of spontaneous emotions,
Seperated by stanzas, adorned with punctuations
Accompanied with certain rhymes & rhythm,
That's exactly what is called a Poem!

..And if what you write,
Is enriched with eloquence,
Makes the reader feel your emotions,
But it lacks the exact rhyme an rhythm,
That's indeed a piece
Called 'Prose/ a Prosy poem'

My ever chatty mouth,
Shuts at this reflective discovery often,
There are Thoughts,
In my Mindy heart,
Lingering, pleading
Dying to be penned.

Sitting beneath a tree,
Whose leaves shimmer in red, golden,
Smiling at me often,
I wonder, I ponder
The magic amidst then.

The mind,
Engrossed, imbibed
On what may happen.
There's a thoughty fight happening,
I can't speak much  of then.

I listen, I wonder,
Which one to listen,
As both are compelling
With a fact in them _

There's a voice inside,
That nobody, but myself listens
Crying, compelling, inspiring
Telling, teaching me so much often.

It moves,
It stuns,
It giggles often,
But oh that voice,
Is a loud, loud voice
That Makes the mouth
Engrossed & silenced._

My ever chatty mouth,
Shuts at this reflective discovery often,
There are Thoughts,
In my Mindy heart,
Lingering, pleading
Dying to be penned.

Sitting beneath a tree,
Whose leaves shimmer in red, golden,
Smiling at me often,
I wonder, I ponder
The magic amidst then.

The mind,
Engrossed, imbibed
On what may happen.
There's a thoughty fight happening,
I can't speak much  of then.

I listen, I wonder,
Which one to listen,
As both are compelling
With a fact in them

There's a voice inside,
That nobody can listen
Crying, compelling, inspiring
Telling, teaching me so much often.

It moves,
It stuns,
It giggles often,
But oh that voice,
Is a loud, loud voice
That Makes the mouth
Engrossed & silenced.

....And one fine day,
When the moon was in its full bloom,
It too changed its colours,
From the silvery white, to bluish orange, and  turned finally into 'Super Blood Blue Moon'.

We all have eyes, we all have hearts,
Meant to see and feel.
Yet they often fail to see and feel,
the truths, honesty,empathy.

We all have mouths,
That speak and speak,
Yet it too speaks least,
When engrossed in 'emotional intensity'.

We all have brain,
Which works and works
At its vigorous rapidity,
Yet gets stuck too,
When the extremity
Hits its peak.