My Best Is Yet To Come….

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My best is yet to come…..

For all I have achieved

I was associated n perceived

Applauded and accorded

Speaks of how I evolved

But my best is yet to come….

 

I have risen and seen

From every challenge unseen

Every time I was about to give in

I re surged n preened

Still, my best is yet to come…..

 

I have won battles on ground

I have painted my heart’s hues

I have sung to my soul

Lovely idols I’ve chiseled too

But my best is yet to come….

 

I’ve given birth to verses

Then music notes I made

To this foot tapping melody

My own dance steps I pirouette

However, my best is yet to come…

 

Many buds I helped bloom

Many souls I helped groom

Many led and many followed

I see learning in every lesson crooned

Thus, my best is yet to come……

 

This is not where I stop

For I am more than what I draft

With every passing out parade

I renew my course n craft

So, my best is yet to come…..

 

There is no defined line

It’s just a barrier in the mind

Forever raising the bar

Miles to traverse before I retire

As my best is yet to come…..

 

To Prepare For Now And Beyond!!

To prepare for now n beyond!!

While we learn to walk steadily

            Always learn the skill to fly

You don’t grow your wings instantly

            When there’s an earthquake and its safe in the sky!

 

While we strategize for peace n accord

             Strategy for war be ready, afore

You don’t sharpen your saw and polish your arms

            When the enemy has invaded and reached your door!

 

While its great to learn to weave your thoughts eloquently

            Don’t be oblivious to the pleasure of song ‘n’ dance

Its wonderful to be in comfort of known ‘n’ worldly

            Yet, don’t be unknown to the ecstasy of Trans!

 

While we excel our existence so exquisite’

            Store enough heritance for the journey of life

Treasure some ingénue and some bequest of naiveté,

to carry along to resurrect, before you die!

 

 

The Two Of Me…

Sometimes I feel that I am the two of myself!

There is this one who’s shy, cocooned in her hard shell

Perceptive, susceptible to get hurt and vulnerable

There is another tough one, out to fight the world and excel

 

There is one who has little room for unworthy emotions

Replaced by focused rationale and transactions

Yet the other one refuses to write-off selfless affection

And preserves tears for compassion and devotion

 

Hard facts over fables anytime

No prose no poetry, just reason to rhyme

Words entrenched with fervor still awake me, midnight

Verses flow over the pad like a flooded river, in my twin paradigm

 

Keeping pace with advancements, enjoying the milieu though feign

Plug n play with gizmos, multichannel devices turning insane

Yet longing to soak in sun n first shower of rain

Serenaded by the birds chirp, feeling the dew on the windowpane

 

Opening my eyes to the reality is life’s doctrine

Also, keeping them shut to continue my dream

Detached from crowd, can’t stretch to masses and middling

Still those astute yet innocent faces I find endearing

 

Power and fame stopped impressing me long ago

But bylines by folks why feed my distinguished ego

Demon of success still fills me with magnitude

Yet peace and serenity comes from soulful solitude

 

Submitting to shackles in the name of safety

Confining to compromise be the formula of harmony

Yet a free spirit infuses need for autonomy

Feet ready to groove all night on the trance symphony

 

Curious like a little child, ready to explore life

Marveling at enigmatic world, vulnerable and naïve

Yet holding the universe of experience in my gaze

To question the rubrics and offer answers in haze

 

The soft breeze with an ability to turn a windmill

Imperious though passionate, spark with fire concealed

Solid though permeable, malleable yet brittle

Is this the two of me …………..

or just me in metamorphosis, in qua of being dual