Choice

The burden of  a thousand lives...
A thousand lives that I could have lived
They weigh down the one life I live...
With it's burden, I fight to love and live...
What could be or couldn't be..
Anchors my thoughts, if I let it be..
My buoyant spirit bobs up back and forth in time
In an effort to live and relive the seams of time
Those many crossroads, when both paths did beckon..
And yet, we chose one...for we knew not enough to reckon..
The choices were many....but for the choice...
The choice where we never needed to choose..
Never needed to choose between ...a thousand lives..
When each life was your soul's yearning to choose..

Good times...38

As I grow older, a little less wilder and more wider in age's company
The faint circles around my eyes hint age's lost innocence
The hidden wrinkles try to express their ugly presence
Strands of grey hair have found more hidden company
Youth's splendor and teenage dreams surreptiously....live on
In faint recollections... life moves on...
I am not yet old...they say...to call myself old..
But, to call myself young, I am no longer that bold..
My heart...though..it  never learns its lessons of time and wisdom
It remains impish as ever, ignoring time, loving freedom
It craves no less like an impetuous teenager..now and then
It skips and dances and dreams today as it did then
It pauses to see the leaves dances and birds tweet
It finds pleasure when rain and earth meet
It spends idyll time watching clouds retreat
It knows not that world does not follow it's beat
It knows not the ambition of power and money
It knows not the sheer wealth of materialism..Honey!
It seeks not the ladder of career nor the luxury of earning
It sits in the quiet loneliness of heartbeats, yearning
It leaps in joy for no reason or rhyme
It lives ...a moment at a time..
My mind watches my heart often like I  playfully watch my daughter
Sometimes with sheer agony and sometimes with laughter..
For my mind's pursuits to my heart never did matter...
A year older, the unusual couple of my heart and mind...
have learnt to live like old nagging couples, forever bind
Fighting and each holding the other in trying times..
Yes, 38 and fighting....my heart and mind...Good Times!

For every woman!

For every woman who raises her voice to win
There are many whose voices are drowned in the din
For every woman who find her place in the sky
There are many who fall from the sky
For every woman who proves her mettle
There are many who lost their struggle
For every woman who reaches for her dream
There are many who have not a path to their dreams
For every woman asserts her presence
There are many who live in cloaks of absence
For every woman, tired and ready to give up...
There are many who hope you stay your course..
For every woman, questioning if it is worth it... It is..
There are many who find hope in your response.. Hope is!