Broken Heart

My heart, broken

Into million pieces

Every which way

I keep mending it

Poem by poem

Each day, every day..

Copyright Renu Vyas

Inner Turmoil

The older I get, the more I enjoy the calmness, the stability, and the peace life offers after fifty. It's good to no longer worry about the insecurities and uncertainties that were a permanent companion earlier.

When I was young, crossing every hurdle, facing new challenges that life threw at me felt exciting. It was as if I wanted to fly. It made me feel alive..yet often left me with a lot of inner turmoil.

I have now learnt to value stability. And yet sometimes..just sometimes.. a part of me craves to free a tiny part of myself from the boundaries set by the society, to break the chains of the confines of a life constrained by the codes of others.

Mostly, being the person that people expect me to be comes easily to me. I guess life is the same for all. Each person playing a series of roles, all striving to play each one to the best of their abilities. And yet there are those few rare moments that leave me wondering, questioning myself.. which is the charade and which is the real me..

Art of Appreciation

Most people these days take others for granted. They do not appreciate what they have, or the effort and hard work others put for them. Even the little things matter.

A warm smile we receive, a kind gesture, a friendly pat..it all matters, and yet we often take them for granted. We do not appreciate. We do not take the time to let the other know how important such things are for us.

Appreciating is an art, it does not come naturally to all. Sometimes one has to learn to appreciate. And a word of appreciation makes a lot of difference to another.

And it's never too late to start learning 🙂