light is my occupant
Dearest Readers,
I wish you a beautiful Saturday, here its rainy and gray but all the plants shine with green color...
its not a nice day to take a walk or bike...
this year for whatever reason I am not too much in biking
probably because of the anxiety of trying to find job
it make me feel like I am slacking
like I am not slacking as I write this blog...
I guess writing the blog is my new toy....
Enjoy writing it, I don't care if its being read or not...
Although, I check from time to time the statistics
to see where are my readers from...
there are many of you from different parts of the world...
when you think its unbelievable to get this much of coverage with very simple platform...
its exciting...
thank you readers
you make me feel excited...
today I will give you a poetry
its going to be written
after I stop chatting with you
most of the times the poem is written at that time
so the time label of the blog
is a clear indicator when the poem is written
before this blog
I used to write the poems or stuff
that came to my head in small cheap notepads
it was a limited space and it was not easy to write on because they were smalll
and another issue is that I have a terrible hand writing
even sometimes I cannot read what I have wrote earlier...
it becomes a guessing game...
so most of the time the initial thing I wrote is changed to something new
as I translate them into books or digital media
with the small notebooks writing short stories is difficult and you gave up quickly
blog solved all these problems...but I need the computer to write the blog...
so I still carry notepads If I am going outside somewhere which I will spend a long time...
Elephant remember insignificant, small things because its giant
I am a human infant Not interested in can't and don't
small deviant but with a big heart full of thoughts so elegant
Incant my dreams as I chant, my seeds I implant stay dormant
distant rhymes initiate seeds so vibrant, my words pleasant and heart is valiant
my wishes turn to a full grown plant, with blossoms so fragrant, fruitful and abundant
its my covenant that I will be always tolerant, change I will be pursuant and end the stagnant
light is my occupant, my inner eternal flame is irradiant, turned my heart clairvoyant
my words are attractant wards away the dark intolerant, initiates and enlighten the ignorant
my life is above the simulant; fake realities not dominant, authenticity is what my hopes grant
King H. Ironson
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