Week 2: Theme: Metamorphosis
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- Apr 16, 2020
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Updated: May 8, 2020
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Don't Be Scared of Change
Change can be like the world’s worst tornado,
Devastating and dangerous, yes, I know.
It shakes your foundations, like a destructive earthquake,
But at times in life, it’s a chance you’ve got to take. Change can also be life’s greatest gift,
Sometimes, to some people, it’s a much-needed shift.
Life can get repetitive and mundane,
You’re like a hamster on a wheel; it can drive you insane.
Most of us fret about what change will entail,
And we all face the dreaded question, “What if we fail?”
Because that’s what gets in the way most times,
The fear of falling off the ladder one climbs.
We’re all so scared of doing something different,
And we’re happy…
Don't Be Scared of Change
Change can be like the world’s worst tornado,
Devastating and dangerous, yes, I know.
It shakes your foundations, like a destructive earthquake,
But at times in life, it’s a chance you’ve got to take. Change can also be life’s greatest gift,
Sometimes, to some people, it’s a much-needed shift.
Life can get repetitive and mundane,
You’re like a hamster on a wheel; it can drive you insane.
Most of us fret about what change will entail,
And we all face the dreaded question, “What if we fail?”
Because that’s what gets in the way most times,
The fear of falling off the ladder one climbs.
We’re all so scared of doing something different,
And we’re happy…
The Little Things
I don’t remember the last time I told my mother I loved her,
But I do remember holding her hand the last time we were together.
I remember handing her a wad of money and having the urge to leave immediately,
She thought it benevolent, I thought it carefree.
Over the years, I never realized my feelings of love abate,
I got a job, met a girl, and decided it my fate.
Along the lines, I don’t know where I changed,
From being spoon-fed to having the audacity to call my mother deranged.
I remember the bittersweet feeling of hugging her before going to bed,
I remember her telling me that everything would be okay whenever I…
Priceless Compassion
lovely as it is, it seems to say
Love is asked for everyday
To hate is forbidden, as if sinning is not
But who would have the guts to trot ?
Dignity is a coat stripped off by beggars
For sheets of green and twinkling coins
Become the gods of this invisible cellar
Shake your head at this truth if you will,
But at the finality of this verse
Money will be counted bit by bit
And cash will be reversed
For a dream you’ve wished.
And yet what we seek
Is beyond the needy and the weak
For what we truly require
Isn't verily difficult to acquire
If looked at it closely you’d find
A lovely form…
To Be Sought
Dhrashti Vangani
13/3
There awaits for me a world,
Stories of which are by me, unheard.
There await for me skies unexplored and untouched
Empty multitudes of which, are awaiting me just.
There await for me countless new memories,
beyond these moments of lonesome solidarities.
But your hold on me is so very tight,
that to reach these places I must use all my might.
You love me, I know.
But isn't it time for me to finally grow?