My Ideals

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Born as the youngest one
I was indeed the most loved
Surrounded by ideals around
I had just to choose one.

In form of the brother I found
He was everything we aim to be
He lived up to the persona
And achieved what I still desire.

Growing up I could go on and on
On the personality called him
He showered me with no less love
And yet told me how to stand still.

That little girl grew up one fine day
And he didn’t know how to react to that
Mind diverge, arguments happen, love stays
And I still seek to make him proud one day.

Convent gave me the education I still cherish
And girls many I were in awe with for ages
Wrote a piece for her when I came to college
And gifted her one on her birthday for a smile.

Adolescence gave me many things to awe about
In mother I found a bestie, and teachers were ideal
Some happened in school, and college gave more
And I still thank my stars for they were around.

In school, chemistry was the favorite for its teacher
She was the ideal mixed with a friend we wanted
And I am glad inspite of all the naughtiness
That I had a pride when she loved inspite of all.

College happened, and then a warm beauty entered to teach
She taught us ‘Jane Eyre’ and all through I imagined her as it
Editing my creativity, she also let me be published
And I missed her when she wasn’t around much.

A sir he was to all, but ideal I call him still
Introduced me to true ‘feminism’ mixed with ‘derrida’ love
He took pains to make sure we got in depth of literature
And I call to tell him I owe it all to him still.

Many more crossed my path whom I sought 
But now only passions drive me to the hilt
And today I just yearn for that one fine day
When someone come and call me their ‘ideal’.

Written as part of the OctPoWriMo Writing Prompt Day 28: Who are we?

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P.S. This is a dedication to everyone who I always inspired to become like . Thank you bhai, Mrs R, Mrs NC and SK Sir for being that inspiration and encouraging me always. I owe a lot to you. This is also to that school mate called I.S. We never really interacted much in school but I was glad to know you later in life and realized you are one helluva sweet girl. And I am glad we managed to become some sort of friends 🙂

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Poetic Destiny

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Once upon a time not so long ago
Lived a little girl, with small dreams
Borne in a world, of books and tales
She desired anything but those ways.

Pampered for being the tiniest one
Became a buffoon, as the innocent one
She still loved it all, for she had him
Her childhood hero was her only sibling.

Then a faraway land, called him across seas
At the time, when she was to become a lady
Found a friend, who introduced her to fiction
And started a diary, she called her special one.

She read some, and wrote some fables and tales
It has songs of smiles, and dreams unknown
Of one fairy angel, and maybe a prince charming
But they were just pure scribbles, of a child’s mind.

Then in the struggle to succeed, she saw failure
Tears seemed her destiny, end she predicted
But that was the plan, of the almighty
To gift her the precious, we call literature.

She fell in love with characters like nothing
‘Darcy’ was the prince, and ‘Liz’ the princess
‘Jane Eyre’ is her favorite of them all still
And ‘Mrs. Dalloway’ helped her to think differently.

The hormones had other things in store,
When he walked in the class through that door,
She smiled, and at nights often cried
And hence had her very first poetry writing night.

For days and nights, all she did was read and write
And one day even got few published to reach heights
Like a fresh air, he came and then left,
Touching the heart, even if never the breath.

The little one is now grown up to know
He was indeed her very first muse
A long break of illusion happened then
Later, a guardian made her scribble again.

The muse was different this time
The black characters danced on paper
To relieve her of the pain she kept
She found a world that gave her solace.

She was growing with every written word
Learned the art to fight, and be the strength
Love was what made her heart feel rejoice
 Ambition dictated her smiles, and she conquered.

Running away, from the world that was hers
She finally realized, this was indeed destiny
That her dreamland was this world around
Of classics and rhythms, where she was born.

Written for the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 3: I Wrote a Poem one Day

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Also, Prompted @Inspiration Monday

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