Spillwords.com presents: Time Flies, poetry by Shalini Kathuria Narang, a writer, a poet, a mom, a daughter, a software professional …
Yesterday I did the prep, Today I took a few step(s). Tomorrow I will walk, Day after I will run and talk. Growth happens in increments, Not on commands or sentiments. We thrive at different place and pace, Life is no contest or race.. From a seed to sapling to tree, Germination cannot be rushed, This is just how it happens to be, Cannot be pressured, persuaded or pushed. Everything and everyone has a time to bloom, There’s no reason for glum and gloom, Nature dances to its own tune, Neither late nor soon.
Some days are just sad, Seems nothing can be done or had, Despite best effort to not feel bad, Things don’t work in direction of glad. Are those times just to be endured? Hoping clouds clear, equanimity restored, Sadness and sorrow cured, And normalcy implored. Sadness imparts vital life lesson, Like power of slowing down and small action, Retrospection and self suggestion, Merits of inner connection. We learn enhanced appreciation for happy times, And also to take the sad in the stride, Strategies to rise above the situational grime, Dust off and pick up to enjoy the ride.
The hill was high. Her spirit higher. The sea was deep, Her dreams deeper. The task was tough, Her persistence tougher. Sounds of distractions loud, Music of her dreams louder. Work was over whelming, The village encouraging. The pain was scathing, Her endurance towering. Standing on cross road(s), Decisions determine destiny profound. Choices surround, Attractions abound, Journeys are rarely all smooth, Tough times reveal many truth. Navigating road blocks, Determines final stock.
Life revolves around told and heard tales, Our biases adding color without fail. A story can have varied flavor, Like multiple tastes to slowly savor. So many tales to share and hear, Narrations changing from mouth to ear. Molded by observation and interpretation, Contoured with varying perception. Stories continuously change version, Of the same event, place or person. Grand in scale are the variation, From inception to adaptation. Some stories we hear are powerful, Others can be mundane and dutiful, Still others fun filled, fearful or fanciful, Narratives that challenge are most beautiful. Stories include both facts and feelings, About experiences in varied setting and dealing, Some we may loathe, while others are appealing, Stories exist without a ceiling.
A friend and I met after ages, Hugs and smiles were initial exchanges, She said-you look the same, You too- I responded in the conversational train. Meeting old friends is magical, In a few hours, we can go back in time, Recollecting old days is sweet and sentimental, These trysts of shared memories is sublime. Later, I thought of the sweet little lies. That work great as breaking ice tries, Our attempt is mutual feel good, And nothing deeper to brood. But, some words make me ponder, Changes are inevitable in a decade, Why do we want to stay the same-I wonder. Or is sweet nostalgia-the game played. I am now a woman- who was once a girl, With life free of responsibilities, She loved to dance, giggle and twirl, Now, she manages home and work with precious abilities. I have experienced and changed. I do not feel or look the same. I have my advancement embraced. Desire to hold off against a natural tide is lame. Age has given me many gift, Perspective being a precious drift, Calmness as an energy lift, And conscious responsiveness-a personality thrift.
Another year coming soon to an end, And a new one just around the bend, As we each other good wishes send, In keeping with annual practices and trend. I like to retrospect year going by's reels, Replay both facts and feels, Varied stages hold different appeal, Some truths slowly simmer and reveal. All actions have some return, Some easy and others stern. Some learnings come with burns. And teach us how to discrete and discern. Not all relations are forever, Some sustain and others sever. Not every time one needs to be quick and clever, Some difficult doors can be opened with simple lever. Since varied experiences make life’s twists and turn(s), And some acts are better without a rerun. Retrospection teaches there’s always something to learn, And something to unlearn.
What did you do today? I sat with my thoughts. My inquirer asks-“what?” Then, a sly smile and naught. Some ask- how can you love to be with yourself? I wonder-why is it tough to be with oneself? My thoughts are great company. Take me on old and new journey. Is it unusual to enjoy company of self, Undisturbed like a book on a shelf, Thoughts can take you on unique trip(s), To destinations that quickly flip. What makes us seek continuous new stimulation? Are new apps, games and devices - a real solution? Or just a digital addiction- Taking us away from pure imagination. When newer stimulations promise pleasure, Undistracted thinking is a rare treasure, Reminiscing ideas at leisure, Is without measure.
Thanks for this life, For all that has been rife, Thanks for the lessons, Without them, I would not be this person. Feeling gratitude is not tough, Once we look beyond the rough. Roses too come with thorn, Challenges in life are to be borne, Some days will be fast, others-slow, Some bring contentment, others not so. Life teaches to take all in stride, And stand tall in high and low tide. Life is a miracle, Cherish it as a spectacle, Experiences are to savor, Like foods with different flavor. Judgements incite unrest, Abstaining works best, Live and let live is the way, Leading to peace, harmony and hay.
Is maturity, a gain of perspective? Does it mean-more objective? Less reactive. More introspective. Do we finally begin hearing more and speaking less, Caring not just for outer, but how we insides dress. Can we casual comments and actions ignore? And not let every word or action, harbor, linger or store. Do we become more caring and kind? Learn to our own businesses mind. Stop taking pleasure in gossip and tale, Understand life will not always be glee and gale. Do we stop seeking other's acceptance? Learn to maintain healthy distance. Does what gives us pleasure changes? And we learn to choose our bandages. Do we mold practices that no longer calm? Update lifestyles with lesser qualms. Learn more about healthy ways and balm, And the power of silence, smiles and salaam.