2017 at a Glance

There’s always a first and no matter how exhilarating or painful that first experience is, you’ve just started cracking open the shells to usher in the beams of a better world; a world of heightened senses and worldly knowledge. So keep going, oh brave heart, keep going!

2017 has been a great many things to me, as I’m sure it has been for you. It was an unexpected U-turn, a heartbreaker, a wise fool who reminded me just how transient everything is and a devil who missed not one chance to fill my head with doubts. But amidst all that, my self-love and the desire to be true to myself is the one thing that was of supreme importance. This year was also testament to my innate nature of biting more than I can chew. I piled up so much work on myself and although I was able to accomplish a majority of them, it was a stretch. Perhaps the next year, I’ll learn how to pace it out. But who am I kidding? I’ll probably still be up at 4am trying to finish an article or a book for review.

Like everybody else, this year has attempted to bowl me over with certain happenings. And had I allowed it to devastate me, I wouldn’t have realized some very important lessons. The key is to never lose faith in yourself. Then, you’ll be just fine. The tips, tricks and cheat codes lie within you. So look there, and you’ll find that you have everything that you need to conquer each day.

In terms of getting tattoos and reading books, I’m not as pleased as I wanted to be. I had planned to get a couple more inks and read atleast 50 more books, but somehow, I just didn’t. Falling short of ticking off those goals has made me all pumped up to race into the next year with a great start. What I am exceptionally proud of is sticking to my Bullet Journaling. It has enabled me to keep track of my daily habits, goals and to-do lists in a very creative manner. For that I commend myself. Finally, on the education front, I’m so glad to say that I got my first level Korean Language certificate. Now, my inner thoughts are as much in Korean as they are in English. Tons more to go before I’m entirely proficient, but this is one of my most cherished milestone of 2017.

Lastly, I’m gradually becoming more attuned to what’s happening around the world. While it’s all very alarming, I still have hope for us humans. And I wish to actively bring about a change in whatever way I can. Note to self – create content for awareness and positive change!

I hope 2018 is filled with as many ups and downs as 2017 has been. I hope that in between tears and laughter, I continue to recognize the privilege I enjoy. And I hope that I’m able to spread the love to others, that I have been fortunate enough to receive.

Wishing all of you a SPLENDID 2018…

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Fight

For rights and slights,
Fights ensue.
To quell other’s mights,
More fights ensue.
But, while the world’s
Busy setting fires,
There are those
Whose fights turn dire.
Of the world, of the day,
The gloom that won’t stay away,
Time and again, they tire.

Succeed!
What doth thou speak of?
I know no success,
In a weeping world.
I know no euphoria
Amongst bleeding hands.
The day we each
Be the other’s saving grace,
The time when
No fight’s insurmountable,
Shall I laud this world
For its success.

Fair Warnings Oft Told.

(c) 2017 Meera Nair.

Tales and legends of the old,
Fair warnings oft told,
Unearth some universal truth.
Our hearts, they are meant to sooth.
But this mad, mad mind
Swears by a quest to find
All the worldly wisdom that is amiss.
But in doing so, topples into the abyss.

Oh, the quandary!

All this thinking.
This relentless reasoning
And persistent pondering
Leads nowhere.
Not now.

The wonted adjustments
And clinging to the familiar.
The dreams of new
And varied days.
They don’t meet.

A thousand words
Walk down every alley.
As i holler songs about
Being young & me.
They don’t rhyme.

The wishing well,
The magic mirror,
The cryptic crystals,
Doze negligently.

Perhaps the planning
Is destructive.
Perhaps days are meant
To be lived as unorganized
As our pasts in the attic.

Beginnings are like that.
Lost & found.
Gainful & compromising.
Dull & thrilling.

Someday, these cobwebs
Will elicit laughter.
But tonight,
Everything’s a pickle.

– Meera

A Walk with Time

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The
Sun knew
No Monday
Blues. It bore down
On me as I took
A walk in the city.
Minarets of yore brought down,
So modernity could climb the
Rank. Aesthetics of the past long since
Forgotten to usher a conscience blank.
To what end do we partake in this race?
What does the present hope to see in
The future? Surely, there’s more that
Demarcates the two. Not just
Blinks and beats or chance greets.
Do I stand in the
Present or echo
The past? As
Doth the
Sun.

I enjoy writing Etheree poems. This is another one occasioned by a recent realization – time is permanent participant of a race. If you’re watchful and efficient, sometimes you can walk along side it. But most often than not, you realize that it is a good lap ahead of you. And there you are, caught up between your smug memories of the time behind you versus the time that’s left you behind. I guess, that’s the beauty of it.

– Meera

If Jobs Didn’t Pay..

As the earth goes round,
New professions sprout.
But what if our careers
Didn’t pay us?

A job could be to money
As a stone is to a tissue-
Inconsequential.
Irrelevant.

Perhaps then we’d earn
On our character, certain points.
To be collected, spent,
Gifted and valued.

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A liminal bot programmed
To grant us fair wages
Would then call, “Next!”
As every being lined up
To receive their worthy share.

Could our careers then
Be free of any hassle,
That may stoop to
Undermine its importance.

Could our careers then
Be our own and not
Tarnished by other’s opinions.

A just world that would be.
A happy realm of
Blooming passions and
Voluntary learning.

If only our jobs were to money,
What a stone is to a tissue.
If only our characters
Were more than judged.

– Meera.