Let the heart,
beat a little more,
Let the smile,
glow a little more,
Let the laugh,
burst a little more,
Let the eyes,
see a little more,
Let the love,
kill a little more,
Let the time,
stay a little more,
Let the death,
wait a little more,
Let the inside,
live a little more.
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Last time as far as I can remember, I ran 2 kilometers straight. It has become a ritual for me to clear the thoughts out of my head,to set the heart pumping,to let myself know my breath again. But Why Running? I could have gone to the gym, could have a done a ton of exercises with no regrets and back desperately looking for miraculous changes.It’s funny i won’t and even funnier I can’t. It has always given me chills to raise the bar for myself. But I have other ways of raising it. As I run different laps,with each one consuming my breath,wanting to choke me down within, i realise defeating oneself is tougher than anything else.
Today,I sat to write,but couldn’t fathom a prompt.Words fail me sometimes. I seeked isolation,I wanted to clear my mind, I put up my running shoes,earphones and went out to run. But this time I set the bar for myself to 2.30 km. With Eminem pumping me with “Kings Never Die”, I try my best to run or I should better say outrun myself. I ran till I gasped for breath,my stomach ached,my legs hurted.Somewhere in between I wanted to quit, i wanted to skip it to another day, my gut told me to rest a while. But then it pondered to me to complete what i began, it is always easy to quit. To tell yourself you can’t. When World full of people ready to bring me down,ready to tear me with acquisitions of me being no better,no different from a flurry of people around. I decided to not to stop till I hear,” 2:30 Km completed“.I wandered my thoughts to what I should write today, I had enough of poems for you all. I decided to let the chaos burn inside and I did. There is always a sheer exhilaration in doing things you felt you could never do, In achieving what you always wanted in first place. I now have clear mind as to what to write. A Voice inside me telling 2.5 km next time? Sure I would Try. So try running, why not one day you realise that somewhere deep inside, you always can outplay your abilities to the best.
You can always defeat you past,if you push yourself from “I will” to “I can”.
We all have chaos,
ready to burst,
like fireworks,
like a night,
full of light,
and thunder
but instead
we let the chaos,
die and get cold,
inside,
just because
we are afraid,
to be different.
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Why look for the clouds?
When you can chase the sun,
Why be so proud?
When you can have the fun,
Why be mad?
When you can forgive,
Why be sad?
When you can live,
Why to cry?
When you can smile bright
Why to be shy?
When you can write,
Enclosed in a room,
not too large,
with just candles,
to light the night,
he lays down all day,
looking at the roof,
and outside through,
a small window,
to the blue sea,
the sunburnt boats,
fishermen with children
and sometimes the dolphins,
as the night draws near,
winds grow cold,
the moon shines bright,
and then he like us,
starts to write,
In candlelight,
about the life he never had,
of places he never saw,
Children he never had,
he then tears the paper,
rolls it and throws it out,
in hope of being read,
by someone,
like us.
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I see you sometimes,
even when you are not even there,
I hear you sometimes,
even when you do not even say,
I feel you sometimes,
even when you are not even close,
I miss you sometimes,
even when you are not coming back,
I visit you sometimes,
even when you are buried and dead.
A bat was never destined for caves,
nor the ugliness that it enslaves,
something drove him down there,
where he lives in unfathomable darkness, Continue reading
Writings to Heaven 