This blog is a picture in words of my impressions on life.
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The Speaking Wood
Welcome, to the humble abode of the Speaking Wood. I am not going to impart any wisdom, I am not going to tell you the best ways to live; what you should and should not do ...but if you rest here for a while, read what I write, and if it gives you strength, makes you smile, makes it easy, makes you feel lighter, gives you some clarity, helps you in any way; then I would have achieved my purpose. If what you read gives you a thought that is worthwhile, then do leave your footprints, so I know it did, thank you - The Speaking Wood!
I think writer’s block is a
circumstance that often gets used as an excuse when you just don’t write; I
know I am guilty of it for so long. Finally, when I decided that I will get
back to writing I was looking for a perfect comeback post and that caused more
delay to happen. This became a never ending cycle. Today, however, a chain of incidents from the
past few months and the one that happened today made me decide that I had to
write. It didn't matter what I wrote or how it was, I just had to express myself through words.
So here goes.
I and my friends were watching a
movie, a movie that they related to emotionally and had teary eyes. I was
watching the movie with them and was at an advantageous position. As they were seated at and I was right in front so they could not see my face. At the end of
the movie their opinion was that I could not find any connect with the movie. I
smirked, so they did not see me drinking water cautiously taking my head up ensuring not a drop trickled down. I managed to hold myself back. Did I just achieve it? This was being said
about me? I thought my face was very expressive so much so that it was
difficult for me to hide things, yet, here were two folks who could not read
it. This is not the first time this was happening but it is the first time I
realized it did.
I had finally achieved what I
wanted to for a long time not let the state inside reflect on my face and to me
this was no less than climbing the Everest. The post that follows is a result
of that realization.
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep
and miles to go before I sleep”
-These words by Robert Frost have often been the cause of a smirk on my face while I
move further from every tempting milestone in life.
Life eh!,
Over half a year and the mind has been an ocean of thoughts, ideas, rhymes, verses but it just didn't occur to me that I had to write and over the past few weeks I feel this void like there is emptiness inside telling me that I have some unfinished business. Is writing that addictive or am I the only one feeling that way. If it is an addiction then would be the most harmless, in fact beneficial addiction of them all.
Well, I hope to drench myself in it from hereon on a regular basis and I hope and pray to God that he gives me the strength, the discipline, the will and the feeling to do that, Amen!
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As I boarded my flight to Paris, my life had turned a new leaf and thought I was leaving everything behind I was smiling for some strange reason. On the other hand, was it strange at all, this is what I had dreamed of, my own designer boutique at the coast of the French Riviera and it was happening now…everything that brought me to this moment had to have a purpose right?
Through life’s journey, my strength was my belief in me
I knew, I will be everything that I wanted to be
There were many a hurdles on this road winding
Treasures of achievement mine for finding
My designs, my hobby and passion now had a Dior stamp
Those dreamy weaves, now a talk of the ramp
Yet, it seems just like yesterday
Many years ago from today
Never knew complexion could be the parameter for glory to attain
Somehow, in every play, I was always made the villain
Wondered why I played those roles with élan
Until I learnt to admire the trophies of my life span
I was no less than a boy
Proving that was my only joy
Standing up against the society
Establishing women power, my only priority
I would always look up for answers to my mom and dad
Until I learnt their support was the biggest strength, I had
Ironically, I wanted to be everything a girl should not be
Pilot, Detective, Politician and Chef were not professions for a she
I even wanted to save the world from an alien attack.
The helplessness, it was hard to hold the tears back
I kept taking flights of dreams with my feet hardly ever on the ground
Until I learnt to wait for my purpose to be found
My confidence was always a winner
Sloth and gluttony made me a sinner
Procrastination was my biggest enemy
Put me into troubles many
My free will needed a harness
Until I learnt to discipline myself through a pursuit relentless
Rules made me a rebel
My school s and colleges still have sagas to tell
Everyone remembered my name
However, brownie points were surely not my claim to fame
I can’t believe how long it took
Until I learnt to live ‘a little’ by the book
I thought love was about fairy tales and mills and boon
I would never want to spend my life dreaming by the moon
Then one day near the lovely woods, I met love
A conspiracy against me from heaven above
Inevitably, torn apart, crying for hours I would sit
Until I learnt that love was not dependent on the outcome of it
My creativity in my career, got me to places
The corporate world showed me the outline of my purpose in traces
While the stalwarts watched me through the scanner
I breezed through all tests in an eloquent manner
The pace to maintain my standing overwhelmed me
Until I learnt that, I need to toil, for the heights that I wanted to see
I still remember my first pay cheque; I was on a cloud nine
Parties, friends, vacations, dinners and wine
Living everyday like there was no tomorrow
When you have money, can there ever be any sorrow?
I forgot about the savings that I should have kept
Until I learnt, I was neck deep in debt
Always wanted to be a good friend
For my friends I could fight until the end
Everybody loved me, they were always there
Purpose solved they vanished, I was caught unaware
Standing on crossroads, I tried to be strong
Until I learnt, in judging them I was wrong
Life suddenly became a black hole
Every second taking me away from my goal
I lost all interest in work and living
I drained myself in measures of getting and giving
I broke down, numb to everything, cold as a stone
Until I learnt, that in life’s battle you are always alone
I had no answers, yet questions were storming my mind
Where did I go wrong, a way out of this mess will I ever find?
The world is ruthless to the one in remorse
I could see myself drifting away from my course
I was lamenting at this state, surely not what I had set out to achieve
Until I learnt, I had even stopped to believe
Indulging in lengthy conversation with the supreme power
Music my soul mate of every hour
I immersed myself in worship and singing
My mind relaxed, experiencing sparks of a new beginning
Sympathizing with myself, with all that I had seen
Until I learnt, I was just being a drama queen
A free spirit like me, how could I be bogged down like this?
Me and defeated, no way, something went badly amiss
I had wasted so much time; there is still a long road to my fate
It was time for a revival, to start on a clean slate
Did not know hardships made you stronger and God’s favorite
Until I learnt, his ways to guide you are sometimes tough, mysterious and great
Walking beside me along with him, was his shadow my mother
Her perseverance and faith in me like no other
I sorted everything out and today have no regret
With valuable lessons learnt, that I will never forget
My best friend, my co passenger on board my flight
I finally made it, as she always knew I would, right!
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I was intimidated
My existence inflated
The showbiz jazz made me uneasy
Concern of millions seemed so cheesy
Potential threat underrated
Not a moment of pride
But an ordeal to abide
I had seen my kin breathe their last
Disappearing as I watched aghast
Emotions were tough to hide
Inevitable questions at last
A will to get over with it fast
I wondered how it felt to be the last tiger around
Loosing everything to human greed did not have a joyous sound
I wish I could change the past
Haunted by the media lights
I missed the grasslands and mountain heights
I was perplexed by the insensitivity of my audience
Wondering why my species were paying a penance
Memories of my friends and playful fights
I had known human emotions
This savagery was beyond notions
This was a mockery of concern and care
Bewildered, I could only helplessly stare
Of this death in small portions
My only words to mankind
To make amends or to keep in mind
A smirk as I walked by the shocked eyes
A sort of sweet revenge for my kin’s cries
“Look! Even your extinction is right behind”
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