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Redemption

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Traveling the world with a frantic zeal,

she was naive of the hoarding smoke and dust

enveloping her innocent skin

with an ugly mask of a vying dark horse.

As the smoke clouded her cognition,

and dust coated her inner voice

she felt like losing the virtues and morals

that had shaped her into a noble human

slowly and quietly fading away.

As the realization kicked in

and she felt like she had lost her real self

somewhere on the way,

a small voice spoke from the back of her head

reminding her that her prized assets

were hidden beneath the layer

of accumulated filthiness.

The filth was anger, jealousy, hatred

and the greed to conquer the world,

which at first seemed requisite fuel

to ignite her passion and resolve.

What she never knew is

she would be sacrificing herself

in the journey of winning

everything else in the world.

Perhaps what she considered fuels

were in fact depleting her of vigor and grandeur.

Been proven by history time and again

empathy, humility, love and elation

are the finest driving forces of success

and embodiment of a life of perfection.

Having learned her mistakes

and earnestly deciding to shed the mask off

as she let the wisdom sink in,

she dived deep into the sea of redemption.

 

 

 

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The crippled girl with a racing heart

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They said she could never create music

for she wasn’t gifted with hands.

But they were deluded

for they only saw that she was physically impaired,

and not the burning passion within that flamed her desires.

‘My body is simply a machine that takes my commands’ she said

pacing frantically through the lush green grass.

‘I give the orders, not take them’

cried her chirpy heart.

And she hopped over the piano,

creating sensational music

and uproar among the men she belied.

Despite the odds she lived her dreams

and left on the pages of history a substantial benchmark

to remind the world not to give up on their dreams even in the darkest hour.

The million dollar question…I am?

 

“I am”. These are undoubtedly the two most powerful words. For what words follow them define you as a person. They become your reality. They become the mirror that reflects up to what depths you have discovered yourself.

I’m glad that all the bloggers out there are answering this million dollar question in their most creative and unique ways. Well I was going to settle with a line( like we’ve been asked), however I don’t think I’ll be doing justice to myself if I keep the poem unheard.

I am the girl next door with that peaceful look

resembling a sea so calm.

Battling countless raging storms within

floating on surface with grace and charm.

 

I am a constantly traveling soul with books worldwide

with a gloriously messed up brain.

Willing to devour every second of this precious life,

my forever wandering heart I can barely contain.

 

I am the moon that shines oh so bright

yet quite lonely in the dark

while the stars tease from miles away

dancing on clouds like upbeat glowworms.

 

I am my favorite architect

for I build myself each day.

Feeding on knowledge and wisdom

keeping my conscience from darkness away.

 

I am my worst enemy. Savage. Poison.

That deliberately ruins some of my days.

Giving in to anger and frustration

taking it out on myself in the worst possible ways.

 

I am that fiercely independent person,

who needs no companion or savior to survive.

Yet who laughs, wails, loves and hates with no regrets

watchfully keeping every emotion alive.

 

In the world where ruthless assassins await

to tame the souls as they please.

I refuse to give up my freedom of choice

and enjoy the adventure called life while mystic moments I seize.

 

While appearing for a job for the very first time, a couple of months back during our pre-placement training and mock interviews we were constantly given certain guidelines so as to frame a perfect answer to the question- “Tell me something about yourself.”

We were asked to start with our academic background and recent achievements, followed by family background, accolades and some other details. Even though I never objected to the format laid by them, I was constantly torn between being my real self( who is more of a dreamer than a realist) and someone who would nail the interview( by hiding all those things about myself which I was actually proud of). It felt gross when the trainers kept repeating the line that in order to bag a job you need to “sell yourself”. But isn’t that what we are used to doing ever since childhood? Trying to please our parents, teachers, friends and even strangers in the society.

During all this time while we are trying to please others by being not ourselves, but someone they would adore, we forget who we really are. We pretend to be someone else for so long that the skin we have climbed into sticks permanently and refuses to be removed. While making sure that others feel comfortable around us, we stray away from our own company.

Am I an introvert? egotist? Nah, I am a person who refuses to be intimidated by the world. I don’t make friends easily because I believe that peer pressure can destroy you as a person. Constantly being surrounded by people who mock your imagination just doesn’t suit me. Even though I am polite to everyone in general, I hardly enjoy the small talk. At times I enjoy loud music and crowds where I can’t hear my raging thoughts. And at times I pine to stay in solitude, where I can have the company of just my thoughts. Yes, I find myself confused and lost at times but I love the chaos that I am.

I am a person who does not take much pleasure in going by the stereotyped rules and beliefs. Despite of being warned during the mock interview to stick to my technical strengths and speak nothing but of academia, I spoke of my love for poetry and shamelessly admitted the fact that I enjoy reading literature more than my core papers. Even though there was a slight fear of being rejected, there was a sense of satisfaction and self-respect. It might have been an incidence of meager importance then, but it ultimately helped me in understanding the purpose of life. It’s all about finding your true self and being that person whether the stereotyped society approves of it or not.

Now, this is how I would describe myself in one line-

“I am a wild and troubled soul with a messed up mind who refuses to be tamed by the world out there.”

 

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