You can just sit and warm up the seat, binge watch, spend time gossiping and do-nothing,
Or get things done tirelessly, work on your ideas and beliefs,
and thrive to become what you are born to become.

It's all about the choice, no amount of motivation
is required to believe in yourself,
it's just that your priority is enveloped
with distractions and false reality

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It was a dark rainy night,
Filled with wild thunder storms,
The meadows, still determined to stand upright,
With every swirl of wind, it shivered a bit,
Though the hope was still flickering around the corner,
And to its patience the dawn finally approached, radiating its magnificence,
The poa found herself replenished,
leaving a soft spurt of trickle,
She confronted her survival,
Reciprocating the chronicles of a valiant warrior

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To the spring

I ween I was never alone,
damp shielded by the old parched leaves,
For all my desires left forgone,
I smell the scent of holy eves,
Though the mystery was tough to solve,
How the greens through the dirt might evolve,
And to my gaze it was merely obscure,
Until I know, here's the spring for sure

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You can live with a victim mindset,
Keep blaming the circumstances and people around you,
Filling yourself with sympathy,

Or take charge of your life and make everyday count

Your life is defined by the story you tell yourself about yourself repeatedly.

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She felt something suffocating her inside,
her heart wrenched to cry and scream,
yet she remained silent watching
her new born sleep next to her,
She was broken with all the withdrawal from her career, ambitions, health, likes and discomforts.

They say it's just a new phase and
soon you will get adapted to it,
Little do they know it's not about thinking maturely,
but about killing something that once existed
but now will never,
She started living one day at a time forcing herself to learn to be happy with the present of life,

Motherhood hit her differently, but she still was a mother who was ready for the sacrifices
that her little world demands her for.

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Kuch naye cheheron se
humari mulaqat huyi thi,

Phir pata chala ki bus
nakab ka badalna hua tha

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We have to learn to be our
own emotional support.

As time goes by, we realise that all the energy needed to get motivated and started,
was already inside us.

All we had to do was to adjust our focus.

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Maybe those little fingers are short of words,
we as parents, need to learn to communicate and be kind.

Lets try to be more patient and curious, who knows what it's like to be with our little universe

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I may be troublesome mama,
I may have hurt you at times,
I might be self absorbed many times,
I may have failed to make you proud,
But believe me, I love you so much and I struggle to be a good daughter,
I'm just overwhelmed and don't know how to handle my upsets and disappointments,
I'm sorry that you have to go through everything all by yourself.

With love,
Your little munchkin

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God knows the truth - the good, bad and ugly,
then why so much drama

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