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A simple cup of tea

 

A simple cup of tea

How difficult can it be

Some quintessential requirements to see

How my survival can be enhanced to the T

 

One lady plucking leaves in the tea gardens of Ooty

Working hard day and night to provide for the family

The owner, a gentleman in his forties or fifties quite likely

Staying away from wife and children who live in the city

 

The leaves arrive mixed up and merry in the local factory

Where workers live for those ten-minute lunch breaks verily

Chaff and sieve and carry and heave until leaves become dusty

The workplace now wakes up to aromas that are simply heavenly

 

Trucks and loaders lories and drivers are set off hurriedly

Reaching the corners of the world is not a task carried out timidly

Trifling shops and giant malls with distributors acting high-handedly

Get their share of goods and get down to display the charming variety

 

I buy it off the shelf storing it in air-tight containers I got for free

Now all I need is some milk, a stove, a lighter, a utensil, a cup and some sorcery

Which have all come from a similar route of workers toiling hardily

So that I can sit back and enjoy in peace my daily cup of morning tea!

 

We take so much for granted. We don’t have time to grasp the whole story

Things at your table have compelling back stories about their trajectory

Surely some gratitude must replace any attitude we harbor so effortlessly

Little details beg for reference, how much more fortunate can we be?

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Abundance

As I pass the window of a grand shopping mall

I recollect the days when I could not afford it all

Today with ability on my fingertips

I must have more gratitude on my lips

Realizing as through my belongings and blessings I sift

Abundance is a gift!

 

As I observe the woes around me I begin to comprehend

I recollect the many things given to me as Godsend

Today with ability to brave the pains

I must have more appreciation for the gains

Realizing as through my experiences that sting

Abundance is a blessing

 

As I relish the profusion of each day and its fruits

I recollect the hard work of those who planted the roots

Today as the extra baggage gets heavier

I must give back more than I gather

Realizing as through my many resources I frisk

Abundance is a risk!

 

As I go through social stratums and note the who’s who

I recollect the many who could not make it or get their due

Today it is possible success goes to my head

I must be more cautious on how I tread

Realizing as I maneuver through warrens filled with danger

Abundance is a game changer!

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So I am…..

So I am not the most dapper person in the room

I need countless guidelines about how to groom

According to standards that my social circles approve

I have so much to learn and so much to prove

The circle just widened with WhatsApp and Facebook

Now half the world decides how I should look

 

So I am not the most well-versed person in gossip of the day

I need innumerable advices about how to join the fray

According to people who know everything inside and out

I don’t recognize the names they know their history and whereabout

The need just increased to oversee friends and frenemies

Now half the world is scrambling to keep apprised busy as bees

 

So I am not the most conventional person to follow traditions

I need unbounded instructions to reroute the aberrations

According to rulebooks and rubrics made by overlords of the guild

I am expected to toe the line or my fate can be sealed

The grip just grew stronger to turn everybody into clones

Now half the world is in matrix mode via laptops and phones

 

So I am not the most cleverest person exceeding expectations

I need infinite training to match standards of social sensations

According to masters of all we routine jacks are so hopeless

I don’t enjoy climbing and social ladders can be steep and ropeless

The effort just got laughable to please one million and some

Now half the world is happy in the belief that the other half is dumb

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Kairos – The Opportunist

Opportunities have this exquisite habit of treading softly along

It takes a discerning eye to catch it you cannot get it for a song

The importance of ceasing the moment cannot be stressed enough

It does take a little more than luck and you cannot buy it off the cuff

 

Subtle. Elusive. Almost out of sight. The true nature of Kairos

The idea is to recognize it at liftoff and latch on to it like a boss

The importance of ceasing the moment cannot be stressed enough

Moments are ephemeral and you are made of sterner stuff!

 

Grasping at each straw approaches may be raw still need of the hour

A bunch of excuses missed opportunities valid reasons will turn sour

The importance of ceasing the moment cannot be stressed enough

Ceasing can denote a full stop at times and you are born to be tough

 

It is the number of times you tried and not the count of victories

That define your success whether or not the world agrees

The importance of ceasing the moment cannot be stressed enough

Stress is tackled in the mindscape and you can indeed handle rough

 

The stealth of every opportunity has strength of an energy behind it

Place your faith in the force don’t give up or be lured you can find it

The importance of ceasing the moment cannot be stressed enough

Close your eyes trust the process and you can call off Lucifer’s bluff

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Hello?

The mirror refused to smile back that day

Asking me to brush the cobwebs away

The hurts and resentments betrayals and distress

The thousand things that add to my stress

Life is good show some gratitude kneel and pray

The mirror said it’s the only way

 

The mirror asked me to mellow down I did not sway

I sustained my rebel against the injustices at play

I looked back in anger so ready to disagree

It now smiled softly and gave some advice for free

When the fist is tightened the sand will slip away

The mirror simply counseled don’t join the fray

 

The mirror disclosed a calm detachment on display

Emotions were tumultuous responses were in disarray

The face disguises well or is numbed by the ache

Do the eyes reveal indignance or is the smile fake

It’s not about being real in a world veiled by shades of gray

The mirror whispered a wisdom I shrugged it off in dismay

 

The mirror reflected the vulnerability I had kept at bay

The mortal gods I leaned to worship had feet of clay

Life comes with caveats know that if you must

Faith is unseeable it’s the process you must trust

Being was never about perfection and fair play

The mirror gently told me embellish my essay

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The things we worry about!

Stray thoughts. And thoughts that stray!

 

Don’t worry if you are not invited or don’t have networks to boast

It’s the ones who spurn you who believe in your power the most

If you look at the people in your circle and you are not inspired

You don’t have a circle you have a cage that is rewired

 

One thing about the tables they have tendency to turn

Some connections need rebuilding some bridges need to burn

If the world was full of blind people who would you impress

If your appeals fell on deaf ears how would you express

 

Words are free it’s how you use them that may cost you

Long drawn pieces trigger drama keep your words to few

The quieter you become the more you will be able to hear

Even silences can be misquoted let responses remain sheer

 

Listening to gossip is like accepting stolen property

You may maintain your silence you are just as guilty

Talking badly about someone while they aren’t there to clear doubt

Says more about you than the person you are talking about

 

Walk away from fights that will never be resolved

Walk away from immaturity that refuses to evolve

If you can’t do anything about it just let it go

What does not let you free will not help you grow

 

Turn your wounds into wisdom. Your battles into motivation

Just breathing can be such a luxury. Acquit affectation

What you are not changing you are choosing. Choose with care

Spaces are brittle moods crumble. We repeat what we don’t repair

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The world of introverts

We wear our chaos on the inside where no one can see it

The mind is often tongue-tied and we cannot free it

In a world where everyone is overexposed we maintain mystery

When it comes to being selectively social we have a history

 

Exuberance of extroverts is never quizzed we must clarify why we are quiet

Remember with the people we are comfortable with we can be a riot

We keep failing at small talk give us deep conversations instead

If overthinking situations burned calories we would all be dead

 

We thoroughly enjoy minding our own business

A quiet nook in an empty bookstore is enough ‘busyness’

Rainy days and cancelled plans are welcome anytime

Handpicked people make us happy yet solitude is sublime

 

The world of introverts is complicated the rest can’t comprehend

For the things that ignite our passion backwards we can bend

Like snails receding into their shells at the slightest touch

We stay hidden from public view and cannot be seen much

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Hope

The heart may break but the vision will be fixed

You don’t know what to feel the feelings will be mixed

Hope for a better tomorrow must replace the rage

Today it is time to turn the page

 

Feelings will expire and hurts will heal

Hope is a weapon that teaches you how to deal

The hardest battles are given to the strongest soldier

Fortitude is beauty in the eye of the beholder

 

Love yourself enough to know what you deserve

Trials and tribulations will transpire keep hope in reserve

The real smile is the one that has struggled through tears

Real strength comes when you learn to overcome your fears

 

Wired for struggle frail and fallible and your path is uphill

Like a bird that senses dawn and starts singing while it’s dark still

A heart full of hope will lend strength to survive and regenerate

Let your choices reflect your hope and your worries will relegate

 

Celebrate the past and cherry pick the wisdom you have gained

Everything will teach you something the happiness and the pain

Dig deeper you will find within you stuff to maneuver each bend

Some of the best moments of your life haven’t even yet happened

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Ruminations

If your experiences have not taught you to be strong

If your understandings have not shown you where you belong

Sit back and take a breather

That emotional baggage is a tether

Reopen the wounds even if they hurt to find out what is wrong

 

Move on from the mistakes yet remember the lessons

You become what you believe don’t give up on the passions

Flowers are fragile so is dynamite

That power is inside you to put up a good fight

Travel far enough to meet yourself even if the journey is unpleasant

 

Live without pretending and love without depending

Listen without defending and speak without offending

There is this much you can do

Then it is beyond you

Dawn is an unbroken promise even if the night seems unending

 

Don’t let the pain make you hate or your sensibilities sway

Don’t let the bitterness steal your sweetness away

Your smile is your logo

Your rage is your foe

Sometimes you must learn to get out of your own way

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Master the game

How beautiful it is to stay silent when you are expected to be enraged

How powerful is the silence compared to words you have exchanged

I must master my silences

They interrupt my defenses

The reactions they are spontaneous the words they are arranged

 

The pain will disappear once it has finished teaching you

Reproach will crumble into nothingness if it stops reaching you

I must master my grievances

They impact my inferences

The emptiness in eyes remain long after they stopped preaching you

 

The minute you hate somebody you are defeated by them

That moment you learn to let go and have nobody to blame

I must master my timing

They break rhythm and rhyming

Power when you clench your fist lies in a temperament to tame

 

We mature with the damage. Not with the years

We overcome imprudence and naiveté. Not our fears

I must master my anxieties

They impede my priorities

What the heart cannot articulate spills out as tears