SUCCESS

 

success

Success never comes quickly,

It comes after a long

humiliation, pain, tears.

Is that the end?

 

Rising up and pushing yourself,

Hit your face with the downfalls and losing hope,

still not giving up on it.

 

Above all not becoming who you want to,

but what you are actually.

keep moving forward!

-Swati

 

 

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I KNOW..

 

I KNOW

I know
It’s hard to stand firm,
It’s hard to be in the darkness,
It’s hard to let go off things;
I know…..

I know
You are trying it hard,
Even when you know the outcome.
You are holding onto it,
Hoping one day it will be yours.
I know…..

I know
you are now tired,
But still standing there and waiting;
Because in the midst of all the impossibilities
You see a hope of light shining out of darkness.
I know….

-Swati

WORRIES

worries

I kept on staring at the water waves
So lost, that I was drowning in my own worries,
But I stood still.
As the days passed by,
the sky turned from blue to yellow and then to black,
The waves approached towards me,
Touching my feet and then going back.
In the extreme silence they all whispered, “Come along with us.”

And I kept on wondering, if the waves can calm down itself where am I lost?
Perhaps the best wave of life is yet to come.

-Swati

And I Raised My Thoughts.

thoughts

Happened not so long ago

When I found myself seated alone,

Lost in my own pile of thoughts,

Discovering the loud echo.

Staring blankly out of nowhere,

Where thoughts are sweeter.

From mind to heart and

From heart to pen and paper.

Scribbling the paper with my imagination,

Letting my thoughts turn into words.

Painting the reality.

With a little pinch of fantasy,

Keeping it Raw

And keeping it Real.

-Swati

Christ, the Author of my Life.

christ

I was a book which had been pushed on the rack,

In the midst of the ones whose covers reflect;

The pages were torn and turned yellow.

The threads which used to bind me

Became soft, thin and half-broken.

My words became unclear and faded.

Drowning in the dust, craving for someone to take care.

He wanted to write again,

To write my story with the ink that never fades.

He is the author of the stories within me

And the cover is now beyond imaginations.

Yes, I am a new series now

And He has kept me at the centre,

Because this time the pages are countless.

-Swati

The Next

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Life is an enthralling tale,

Shape it either fine or pale.

Roads are Narrow,

And the Decisions are Quick.

Take a stop and think,

Which move to take.

Mind is Imprisoned,

But let your conscience speak.

The world out there is mysterious,

Yes! we might not understand but this is it.

In a tangled web-life,

Where you can only assume;

What’s going to be next!

– Swati