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The Thing About Confidence is That…

It is seeded in thyself
And watered by others.

Or

It is weeded by failure
And altered by changes.

If

You turn away,
And only look within,
Are you doomed to
A withering confidence?

Perchance

It is a concoction,
Of others and you.

Maybe

Situations and actions
Hath more to do.

But

In this celebrated pandemonium,
I shall pluck every instance
Of strength,
And bury every doubt.

Until

I’ve acquired a legacy,
Of fierce quotes and
Affable anecdotes.

– Meera

 

The Universe of You

You were but a small boy,
Ready to be enveloped by the mighty
And the invigorating.
The Heavens convened,
Smiling down at you.
You, who glowed with wonder,
An impish smile lurking on your mien.
They imbued your life with
Experiences to last a lifetime,
Knowing full well, you’d thrive.
The stars aligned, preparing to
Release you to a world that
Could bloom with your thoughtfulness.
Flesh and blood came together,
In a hurry to carve you into all that you could be.
As you trek through the wilderness,
And dive into the ocean,
The Heavens congratulate themselves,
For a job well done.
They had hoped to see you living happily,
But you’ve left them astounded
By conquering every moment.
The Universe of You pulses with potential.
Do yourself proud.

– Meera

Eyes Light Up

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Copyright (c) Meera Nair, 2017.

She was, but a small
girl. T’was a rather large dream,
Jetting towards her.

– Meera

Telltale Reality

Walls groan and
Staircases sigh.
The ceiling rat-a-tats
With fictional marbles.
Doors whine,
Reminiscent of the old.
Curtains quarrel
So as to invite stories.
A dilapidated house.
It clings to its inhabitants.
It lives long after they are gone.
It sleeps blanketed by their memories.
And wakes again, ready for more.

 

– Meera

The Circus in Me

The Spring Palette for The Heart are a series of poetry prompts hosted by Parinitha and Parvathi. Click on the link above, for more info on the same.

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Happy Writing, you all! 🙂

– Meera

Protect You.

Copyright (c) Mohan Nair, 2016
Copyright (c) Mohan Nair, 2016

Maybe even the
Blanketing darkness strove to
Protect you from you.

Maybe even the
Flames that licked your palm wanted
To open you up.

But then you spited
The darkness with a light and
It rained like fire.

– Meera

Mockery

They thrive on it.
It feeds their worth.
It riles them up.
They bleed; no mirth.
Shape, colour,
Accent, birth.
In matters of laughter
There’s no dearth.

Once, a joke,
Thence, a poke.
Amidst the folk,
In shame, you soak.

But shades emerge
From a plain verge.
So make your own,
Slights that are thrown.
Cause powers surge
When thoughts, you purge.

– Meera

 

After You

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Copyright (c) 2017 Meera Nair

After you,
I love the sound of a bell.
After you,
I love the thought of a getaway.
After you,
I awake, inspired.
After you,
I feel more eccentric.
After you,
I cringe less at cliches.
After you,
I’ve learnt what is us.
After you,
Everything is better.

– Meera

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