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Creativity stops by
amidst the day of meetings, conferences and proceedings
its life that has to go on
with bread and butter winner being something else
other than this..

Still life goes on ..
with heck of uncertainties
no one really bothers not to hurt
taking a personal pleasure has become probably the idea of the day..
each moment we tend to leave behind the past
but fail beyond proportion..
that pokes us with the idea of immaturity
sensed gratification, which once used to be a possessed asset of ours..
becomes dim, we found ourselves impounding, paltry

Oops, gone are the days
perhaps if you have to be happy, you have to adhere
converting all odds against the semantic world
that’s how we are mentored, preached

But why do I fail to submit
to find me not to be  amongst the peers and  strangers the world
offers me everyday,
may be my wishes are sky high in unwarranted directions,
or  my assessment of myself is way below my desires and expectations,
when I  inadvertently become a victim of my reaction to the critiques
of others ,
and not paying heed to those of my own,
perhaps I see that the life has taken a faster pace ,
no wonder I find most are in for joining the blind race ,
though this is what is coined as trends
what is percieved as a norm rather still remains to me an exception,
Eventually I realize that I would prefer to lose the race
Than lose my own elegance and grace.

As I unfold “yesterday” and look forward “tomorrow”
I find myself unrest with the present that we call “today”
Probably because neither he or she can help me
Flash a smile on my face,as long as I intend and strive to achieve
peace at  my own pace to save my own style and grace.