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Love
is a four letter word.
So is pain.
So is life.
No
When I was five
I heard the word No
for the first time from my Mother.
The little rebel in me said to myself
I can’t wait to grow up,
to be taken seriously, to be treated equally,
change myself completely.
So that I won’t have to take
No for an answer.


When I was fifteen
I heard the word No from my crush.
The hopeless romantic in me said to myself
I can’t wait to grow up,
get a job, make a career,
change my life completely.
So that I won’t have to take
No for an answer.


When I was twenty five
I heard the word No from my boss.
The dreamer in me said to myself
may be I should move on, settle down,
change my life completely.
So that I won’t have to take
No for an answer.


When I was thirty five
I heard the word No from my kids.
I took a pause and said No
for the first time.
I said to myself wow this feels good.
May be I should say No more often.
My life has never been the same ever since.
“No - is a very powerful word.
The sooner you practice to say that out in your life, better it is. Your life will turn around to be great.”
What is a writer without whimsy,
an artist without arrogance,
a poet without pain?
Not all artists are broken.

They paint with colours
drawn from their memories to
empty canvases.

They sculpt figurines
out of their flesh and bones.

They bleed out words
into beautiful prose and poetry.

They create symphonies
with the gentle swish of their wands.

Their steps beat synonymously
with their heart.

Not all artists are broken.
They take all their pain and
turn it to something beautiful.
It’s magic.
And everyone has a little bit of magic in them one way or the other.
Being a poet
is both a pain and a privilege.

All you do is
bleed your emotions
on a thousand pages
while people sing your praises
for ages.
Only a poet will understand.
Fall but don’t break.
Cry but don’t stop trying.
P.S: The only motivation you need in your life.
What have I become?
How did I end up here?
What did I do to deserve this?
One day I might find the answers.
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