Balance in life is a tease,
Not practiced with ease,
Since we like routines that please,
Over stretching to the point of disease.
Equilibrium is the art of a trapeze artist,
Trying, falling, and retrying the circuit,
One can see- it’s not easy to travel this orbit,
Balancing our heads and hearts is the hardest,
Destination for all is the rope’s end,
Till fate says your time is spend,
And no more remains to lend,
This balance is a dance with myriad twists and bend.
While new experiences enrich,
Slowing and savoring has its own precious niche.
I cherish my alone time,
And also enjoy company sometime,
Sharing experiences are precious dime,
But being with one’s thoughts is sublime.
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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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