Habits make us,
And also break us.
We are prisoners to our ways,
Yet, so vital is to regularly breakaway.
Bonds of our ways and habits,
Developed consciously or unconsciously in tacit,
Determine a lot in our lives,
Changing is not without some strifes.
Some easy and comforting routine,
Are nothing less than cocaine.
Addiction to our norms and styles,
Slowly but surely does patterns pile.
From waking up to shut eye,
Routines rampantly run our lives.
Some good and some not, are in the mix,
For the not so, there’s no quick fix.
Path of changing pattern is rather greasy.
Giving up or molding old ways is not easy,
A strong desire is the first step on this way,
Practice, patience and perseverance are the mainstay.
Some change in habits is hugely beneficial,
For some, help from others is vital,
Yet, personal effort is pivotal,
For lasting change, beyond superficial.
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Shalini Kathuria Narang is a software professional and a freelance journalist. She has reported for national and international newspapers, magazines and news sites. Her poems have been published in several anthologies including Starry Nights: Poetry of Diaspora in Silicon Valley and Pixie Dust and All Things Magical. She is a monthly contributor to Masticadores USA and has been published on Spillwords Press. She is originally from New Delhi.
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