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Mar 2018
Do you have any clue?
It’s all about you.

In the theater of your mind
making the poem well rhymed
You never truly knows
how your true intentions goes.
holding you tight in highs and lows
by writing an article or composing a prose..

Forgotten the aftermath of disaster
told by your inner forecaster?
Oh, wait, don’t panic your brain
let me tell you again.....

You'll be left alone
to survive on your own
buddies will mock, your painful moan

Remember the saying remarkable
work expands to fill the time available
Most of the things are irreversible
heal before the pain becomes unbearable.

Feel the chains of habit
stopping you to take a gambit
try it my way,before saying "God ******"

Start by getting rid of the inside clutter
take help else do it hugger-mugger
Once your vision gets clear
You'll stop complaining of life unfair
As you'll know YOU are the charioteer
who surely gonna make things differ

Now list the things you have to set right
once ask your insight,
Then, give a tough fight
with all your might,
And in between, never say,
You are a neophyte
Just Go on and Expedite

"But, what if, What if,,,"
What "What if" ?
Speak it loud and clear
am filled with so many things to tell you dear...

"Offo Wait baba,,,,"

"But what if someday, I lose track of my goal,
Day and night goes out of control
miserably affected by public opinion poll...
when what i do is just think and think
like ruining the paper by indelible ink
when tied across my neck is an albatross
Then, How to come out Boss,
of the huge time loss"

O you Champ, facing the blow
Have you heard of Tony D'Angelo?
First listen his words, later you Google it
"If you have time to whine about it,
you have time to do something about it"

So, here comes the crucial matter
Each time you fall, you just need a trigger
to view clearly the picture bigger.

O beautiful young heart beating with vigour
I'll be always there, as your inside treasure
whenever you feel like quitting
and its all crap your antenna is transmitting

Then try not to look, try not to think
close your eyes, relax, breathe, then blink blink blink
Now, Open your Diary and your turbulence gonna cease
as you'll turn the pages intended to appease
Observe, there have always been times like these...

Now comes my last words,
command will be in your hand onwards...

Listen...

Rather being Undeterred by your own undoings
Recall it's you who gonna change things
Massage your sleeping limbs
Or make use of your strong blue wings
But please Don’t wait for someone to ping
In times like these, no one usually rings
Go alone, and climb the Colorado springs.
Asmita
Written by
Asmita  23/F/India
(23/F/India)   
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