The Road Less Taken

I’ve left the baggage

I’ve left the clouds

I see a new door open

It’s the door I want to take

But it’s not a road most taken

It’s a road for the few

But this road is my life

This is my passion, I’ve made my decision

This road less taken is the road I will travel

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Life

Life is a long journey

People say life is short but it’s not

It definitely goes quickly

Which only when you look back

It’s still been long

It’s taken many years, doing what you’re doing

Many years to master your skills

Many years doing the same old thing

Talking to the same old people

The same friends and family

They tell you to get married, have children and fit in

But none of that will make you happy

Many marriages fail, children leave you behind

All you’re left is with yourself

So before you try to ‘fit in’

Try to be happy

Find your strengths

Reach for the stars

You don’t know what’s to come

Anything is possible

You only realise that as you grow

Be your own best friend

Live your own life

 

Innocence Stripped Away

There I stood as a five year old girl

Full of life, full of curiosity

So innocent in a dangerous world

But one day, when they came

They trapped me into dogma

They criticized me and tore my innocence

They were not happy with me

But as time passed

I had to learn to forgive

I had to learn to read

I had to learn to live

I had to give myself what they never gave me

I had to love and nurture myself

After twenty odd years, here I am

Finally content but still striving

To be the best I can be

Road less taken

I’ve left the baggage

I’ve left the clouds

I see a new door open

It’s the door I want to take

But it’s not a road most taken

It’s a road for the few

But this road is my life

This is my passion, I’ve made my decision

This road less taken is the road I will travel

 

People not traffic

The hustle and bustle of the city catches my eye

I ty to walk but the traffic is maddening

The footpaths are torn, roads are unclear

Everything is oblique and opaque

I sigh and continue to walk

This city, I think to myself, so poor, crowded and desperate

but yet so energetic and deceiving

But I reach my destination and forget the road

Stay in my destination for a while and when I return home, the madness starts again

It is a walker’s hell but a driver’s heaven

Let more cities be built for the people and not for traffic

This is the plight of the developing world.