I Will Not Fall

Clouds of doubts may cover me whole

But I will stand tall and fight them all

They rain in bouts or in a downpour

I will continue to stand through the fall

I will turn the drops into fruits of hope

Absorb them in my being for a better growth

If some of the drops turn out to be bad

I will let them slide down to the riverbed

But fall I won’t, so come dear clouds

Shower me with your pouring love.

©NJ

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Colour The World

Life can never be either black or white

It shouldn’t be. It needs colours.

Sometimes, a lot. Sometimes,

just a few thrown here and there.

Yes, black and white are colours too

But look at what a splash of green

and a sprinkling of reddish pinks

does to a chalkboard white.

It enhances not only nature as a whole,

but also gives new meaning to colours.

They live in harmony with everything

on this planet. So why can’t we?

©NJ

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Magical Life

The road to life may be easy, but the road to living is far from it.

It was never meant to be easy. Every single thing starts from ground level.

Trees are not born tall. It sprouts from a tiny seedling.

It takes years and years to grow into a full-fledged tree.

And then to multiply.

Even humans. We are not born as adults. We grow into one.

Granted, not all ‘grow up’. Our experiences mould us.

Just like those trees. Nature moulds them.

If they were to find living hard and give up, can you imagine the catastrophe?

But they’re there. Holding on. Going strong.

Imagine walking through a forest, listening to the music of nature.

The rustling of the leaves, the hissing of the swaying branches,

the twitter of birds, and the calls of wild animals…that’s magic.

That’s magic right there. A magic that is called LIFE.

©NJ

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Forgotten Stars

Shining brightly with a

curved smile is a half moon

Along with a sprinkling of stars

for some twinkling company

Perhaps, there’s a conversation

happening between them

As they watch the zigzagging

of humans on the ground

and wonder to themselves

‘when has life become so fast

That they don’t even have time

To stop and look at the stars?’

©NJ

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Go Exlpore, My Heart

Go, my heart, go

Feel free to explore,

Do not be afraid to hurt

or stumble, or get lost inside,

I will stay with you

every step of the way,

I will take care of you

as you do of me every single day,

without letting go a beat

You are my life and I am yours

and yours alone. For I promise,

I will not let go. No, not unless

you tell me to.

©NJ

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Plain Blank Sheet

Love is a plain blank sheet

which when blossomed

is filled with colours known solely

to the two beautiful souls.

©NJ

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Life Will Prevail

I sit here alone, with nature as my mate

I gaze far and wide as my eyes can see

and I feel free. I let the tears fall.

No one can see as they flow into the river

and just like that my aching heart is being cleansed.

Even though my troubles do not disappear,

the majestic mountains reassure me

that anything can be conquered

if you put your heart to it. All I need to be

is headstrong, just like them.

 

For come rain or snow or sunshine, they brave it.

They even endure human unkindness.

Yet, there they are, standing proud and tall.

They do not complain. They just stay. They stay in harmony,

as you can see, with the green trees, the blue sky,

the white clouds, the sun, the moon… everything.

There’s so much we can learn and yet, we don’t.

But as I sit here, gazing at nature,

I breathe in the cold, fresh air and I feel a sense of calm,

a sense of happiness, a sense of hope,

hope that someday all of this will not have been in vain.

All of this will continue to prevail

long after mankind has been erased.

©NJ

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Will We Learn?

Piece by piece the earth crumbles

Caused by us, the human jungle

How long before it is completely broken?

©NJ

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Stabs are Crucial…. Sometimes

Her heart was shut tight

afraid that if anything entered

it’ll die. She was stabbed

so many times.

What she never realised was

the stabs though penetrated

her heart, it also help let the light in.

The light, in turn, spread warmth.

The warmth helped the healing.

The healing led the path to

happiness. Happiness produced love.

Love encountered strength and

together they all filled her heart to the

point where now it overflows and

has no space for hurt, anger or pain

anymore.

©NJ

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I am not sure if I’m back full-on but I will post as and when inspiration hits me.

Keep on Writing

There have been times where

I cannot write no matter how hard I try.

I look for inspiration in everything.

I sit with a pen and book, waiting

for the words to flow but sometimes,

they just stay inside. I’m envious of those

who can churn out words from the word ‘go’.

It must be nice to be able to do so. But me,

sometimes I have to make myself write

a few atrocious ones before I can come up

with something that is remotely decent to my eyes.

What it reads to the readers’ eyes, I shudder to think.

But in the end, one needs to be brave. Brave to

open up a little and let the readers into your world.

They might love your words or hate them.

But that should never be a reason to give up.

©NJ

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