You, I think about, every single day
Not only does it make me happy
It provides me hope
Whenever I mope
You are not simply an inspiration
In me, do you ensure perspiration
In order to reach my goals
If I achieve success
I will dedicate it to you, for your writing
Because, you keep me believing
Hence, never do I give up
In fact, the only way for me is up
Drives me, does your radical thought
Which is straight from the heart
About society, you give not a ****
Something that manages to make me beam
Even when I am drowning in a pool of insecurities
You pull me, bit by bit
Towards achieving inner peace
One does not have to be perfect
Thanks chiefly to you, did I realise that
Your fiery passion helps me stay afloat
Even when the ship of my mind is sinking
Due to too much overthinking
You enable me to get rid of the clutter
Thus, does my focus keep getting better and better
A true braveheart, you are
In spite of being a mother
Amongst the loudest, is your voice
Against all sorts of injustice
What better motivation, do I need?
Thank you, Dear Comrade
Jai Bhim! Vaazhga Periyar!!

Wake up, the sun is shining bright,
Chase your dreams with all your might.
New day means a brand new start,
Fill it with hope, strength, and heart.

Leave your worries, rise and try,
Spread your wings and touch the sky.
Failures teach and tears will dry,
Winners are those who never say die.

Like the salmon fighting upstream tide,
Each stroke a push, no urge to hide.
Though currents rage and hopes seem slim,
It swims with faith and silent hymn.

Every step, no matter how small,
Leads you closer, stand up tall.
Believe in you, break every wall—
Morning is the best gift of all.

Life is a road of roses and stones,
With silent sighs and cheerful tones.
Some days bless you, some may bruise,
But every path is yours to choose.

See the cactus in the desert land,
Survives with spikes, yet blooms so grand.
Though sun beats down and rain is rare,
It thrives with grace, beyond despair.

The thorns will hurt, the flowers fade,
Yet every scar and smile is made
To shape your soul, to make you wise—
A storm must come before clear skies.

When roads divide and doubts arise,
Look within, not just the skies.
Choose the path that's true, not fast,
The right way shines, and it will last.

Like monarchs flying far and wide,
They follow stars, no maps to guide.
Though fragile wings bear winds unknown,
They reach their goal, though not alone.

Breathe in peace, let worries cease,
In silence deep, the soul finds ease.
The morning breeze, so pure, so kind,
Whispers truth to heart and mind.

Be like the banyan, still and wise,
That cradles life beneath the skies.
Its roots hold strong, its shade gives rest—
A temple born from nature's chest.

Trust the light the heavens send,
Each prayer and hope, the soul shall mend.
With faith and love, walk every day—
Let kindness be your guiding ray.

Life is light when the heart wants less,
Not gold or thrones, just quietness.
A smile, a friend, a sky to see—
Such humble dreams can set you free.

Just like the sunflower’s gentle spin,
It seeks no prize, just warmth within.
It follows light with grace so true,
And shares its seeds for life anew.

When wishes bloom with selfless grace,
Even storms will slow their pace.
Goodness sown in thought and deed
Makes every soul a saint, indeed.

Susanta Pattnayak

Don't be a diamond; it reflects, not glows.
Become the sun, outshine the stars.

Excuse me.
Excuse me!
EXCUSE ME!!!
Yes you. I have a question to ask.
Why does it take several times for you to respond to me?
You can't answer that
I know why...
It's because your head is buried into your smartphone

It seems that your compulsive behavior with this machine is creating a barrier amongst others
Sure you may have loads of friends online, but you can't truly see, feel or hear them
Your "friends" are not really your "friends"
Is it that necessary to refresh your post over & over again?
We all need stamps of approval from time & time again
But how much?
Where is the line drawn between this computer world and reality?
Stop investing countless hours looking for someone who cares about what you think or what you have accomplished
Believe me, your not being left out of anything
Let's not compare, because it's only going to hurt you in the long run
To look for happiness and love through social media isn't the solution
Interactions with real human experiences, that's what we all need.

I wake up every morning,
Filled with life,
Flowing with vigor,
Beaming with enthusiasm.

The day is here for me to create,
A total blank canvas for my own creation,
An open page of endless possibilities,
Just ready for me to make the first move.

I could...
Paint a self portrait,
Create a new dance step,
Model something out of clay,
Write love letters to myself,
Endless energy for creative play.

But first, let's get the basics out of the way.
Breakfast, cup of tea and the news,
Teeth, ****, then shower,
Some light housework and errands,
Decide what to cook for dinner.

I do a quick run to the supermarket,
Pick up some lunch on the way home,
Put on that load of washing,
Send that email I need to write,
And get my dinner prep done.

Exhausted by all this running around,
I need to recharge.
Brew a quick cuppa,
Put my feet up to rest,
Take a quick 10min power nap,
And then the day is mine to create.

...What was I going to do again?
Oh yes! Spontaneous day of creation,
Harness my relentless optimism for the day,
Surrender to the flow of magical possibilities,
Channel it into active, positive modes of creation.

But the time in my day is getting limited,
Enthusiasm is starting to wane,
And my momentum is being lost.
I start to think about all the mess it will create,
And the thought of cleaning it up.
  
....All my creative enthusiasm is gone.
Silenced by my default daily activities,
Routine and discipline are my trauma response,
Fear of being judged and labelled as lazy,
Pleasure and creativity gets lost along the way.

I get stuck in my need to present perfectly,
Making sure everything is in order before I can start my day,
Chores before play,
Hard work before reward,
Vegetables before dessert,
I am pre-programmed that enjoyment is a bargaining chip.

But that rule is a silly made up illusion,
A trauma response inherited from our parents.
Humans are naturally creative beings,
Creativity, joy and play are our default,
Our true catalyst for feeling alive.

Life in its beauty is all about creation,
It flows through our veins as magic,
Unable to be captured or stored,
It needs to be embraced in the moment,
Regardless if your bed has been made or not.

Creation is something I have to commit myself to,
A nourishing practice that fulfils my soul,
A rejuvenating outlet that brings me back to life,
A daily non-negotiable for my well being,
A purpose greater than working the 9 to 5.

Because if we aren't creating,
What is the point of life?
Eat, sleep, marry and pay taxes?
That isn't the life I expected for myself,
This won't be the life I create for myself.

I know you all have sad memories,
You are in the midst of worries,
But for today, set aside your fears,
And things that set you on the verge of tears.

There were times you smiled,
But you left sorrows lay inside.
With smiles people usually see you
But how often your joy was true!?
To a great extent your faces laugh
But your heart doesn't even do its half.

Today disregard all the flaws in you,
And all the weaknesses that you knew,
And All that kept hurting you so far,
Trust me, you don't know how wonderful you are.