I love poetry. The sheer possibility of depicting a moment or thought in a thousand different ways or to crystallize a portion of life in a cryptic form having a plethora of meanings and angles to it, is simply liberating, to say the least. Though I must say this inference comes from my own experience in writing, and so it is left to be known if readers echo this as well. Something even as simple as an idyllic cozy overcast morning inspires a deeper sense of introspection as in this poem:
On a day like this, when the shades turn mellow,
When sunny skies pave way to frosted serene gold,
Giving - to let go and just be,
Yet holding, still and safe as a bond.
Giving - that offer the best:
To shift gears, to break free,
To be inspired, from nature’s mirror,
Redesign, refocus, but best of all – giving me, me.
Isn’t this safety net what we all seek in life? Yet, we want to hold our own, in the environment we condition for ourselves, created subconsciously by our own choices again. And at the end of the day, what matters is the careful balance between self-realization and what we want to give to the world. For, only if the mind space is nurtured, can the latter be made possible….as tomorrow is another day :)
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