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I Am Not Unique!

You try to be unique.

You want to be different!

But there have been millions and trillions of years before.

And every time you put an effort to be exclusive,

There are people and stories,

Words and books,

Those prove better than you.

 

Anything you want to say,

Has already been said.

Time and again,

You feel only repetitive.

But does it mean

That you should stop,

Or shut your voice?

 

May be, I am not exceptional,

I don’t say anything irreplaceable.

But I have my own reasons to say it again.

I have my own beliefs to feel it again.

It is not about what I say,

May be, it is all about how I say?

All about, why I say?

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Hopes And Expectations!

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Just wondering..

While on the one hand you are striving towards it, and on the other there is only faith and a vain belief.

What exactly happens?

Does that belief turn into the expectations that we are taught not to have?

Or the hope itself is a reflection on the said expectations which we are not suppose to have?

Or, is there a fine line between hope and expectations which I am blinded not to see?

Or they are just two words trying to play with my mind?

Any thoughts?

 

A writer’s Musings!

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Do share your thoughts on this one.

Do you agree that writers are worth something?

Or do you stand with the others believing that writers are a confirmed, forbearing and a resigned set?

Just a thought!

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Just a thought that keeps bouncing on my head when people badger me with constantly saying that I do need to “Grow up”!!

#Keepthechildaliveinyou!

Self-Portrait.

I am reading Indian literature these days and I come upon so many interesting things to read that I am running out of time. I truly am, but come on when am I not running out of time?

So here I am, reading, writing and analysing, or to say trying to analyse the great works of some really great writers, when I fall on yet another piece which I relate to so much, it is like a spitting image, a thought stolen form my mind, and yet I know I am the thief here!

I share here a very, very short poem by A.K.Ramanujan, which played with the strings of my mind today.

Self-Portrait

I resemble everyone
but myself, and sometimes see
in shop-windows
despite the well-knownlaws
of optics,
the portrait of a stranger,
date unknown,
often signed in a corner
by my father.

So yet again the problems of a modern world, problems relating to identity crisis, problems pertaining to knowing yourself, and what not!

Am I the only one, though?

Ever Thought Of This?

“Until the lion learns to write, every story will always glorify the hunter.”

 

Why is it so difficult for us to just try and see the other side of the coin? Why do we always have to glorify the one that need not be glorified? Why do we not notice the so obvious? Why indeed do we not listen to the silence?

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