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What is the best thing that we can ever expect out of life?

For me maybe it is getting a direction towards which you can constantly work and think. Identifying a definite goal towards which you can actually put all your energy and power! And it’s really worth it if at all you are successful in identifying your mission. I just realized the reason behind me becoming a recluse,,, probably because it is high time that I was astray and didn’t really think towards the very intriguing thought; my mission on this very planet! OMG what have I been doing with soo much talent and potential, right now: wasting it with utter satisfaction!

I am suddenly driven towards working a lot, learning things I never thought I would even bother to pay attention to. I feel the drive in me to explore and explore more. I don’t know from where and how but I am right now just thinking about: how I can grow?? Grow in every aspect of life. I feel like learning everything and anything!!! Be a spell bee champion, an awesome doodler, a great painter, best poet ever, creative like never before, a quizzer, an avid reader, a novelist maybe! By now you must be very much aware how much driven I am feeling right now. The present feeling is way beyond explanation. It feels as if I am running short of time. I don’t have a speck of a second to waste on anything that is not worth it. I want to be superfast and do everything in a split of a second, also be a very fast learner. I am feeling the way I have never felt before. Fingers crossed, I don’t want this fire, this burning desire to blow off in any way. I want to be the way I have never been before. I want to be the best of me! THE BEST VERSION OF ME(an upgraded one)!!!


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Off to a midnight saunter Into woods not so green
I saw someone gazing strong
Afraid to find out and lean.
I stood there still and small
Choosing between stay and move
The gaze took control of me
Telling me things none could prove!
The Fear of unknown built up
Shadows growing strong and dark
I felt a shudder in my soul,,
The thought of bygone, left a mark.
Taking a step back, I thought
Would mean a peep into the past
Heading forward being the best move
This fear will then not last.
I ordered my brain to stop the game
Gave the power to the crimson beast
I knew it would be fair and right
Former always stole the feast.
Now I was out of the woods,
Woods that were never green.
I came and saw the mirror,
The gaze I feared was mein!

The thing

Well, life is nothing but a catalogue of ideas that exists somewhere, waiting to get substantial! Take a form or maybe be loud enough for the world to hear; not as an echo but a whisper…
The thing about whispers,
Well, thy are heard yet unheard! Understood yet unknown language for many. Whispers, seldom become audible but the tunes are soothing, the feel of being unheard yet heard by somebody. More often than usual it is our own soul doing the role. But such introspection sessions are common, as common as an Unicorn on the road at the countryside maybe!
The thing about Unicorns, Well, they are magic. Magic sounds surreal but yes if you have the courage to believe in it; it won't disappoint you. Those 'serene' creatures are nothing but miracles. Wondrous souls that are created with the blink of an eye; with the movement of the wand I guess!

My sky in September

That small restless kiddo!
Overheard, shouted "Just nine"
Waited for the months to end
Till August things were fine.

It didn't bother him till eight,
September was his favorite...
The ninth month on calendar
Waited forever to savor it!

He was waiting, he is still...but
The wait became too long,
He waited, danced on one leg,
Sobbed, singing his favorite song!

The last date was the best,
He thought! Moulding the clay,
The form he made, of a face...
Much like a mask, it'd stay!

He painted few drops, with blue
A little real, a little messed up.
Blue being the fear, he trembled
Dropped the paint, it no more resembled!

What was in front, still blurred his eyes
He thought he'll manage the mistake,
He was sure he'll twist the story,
Mould it in his creative wake!

He took the brush, made it all blue,
Dropped the initial plan, thought,
"Blue is the new you!"
Still, with the heart he fought.

Heart wanted few little drops,
But what he got was more than his sha…