What else could be growth,
If your life’s taste don’t change?

I used to enjoy,
Playing Ludo,
It fade away,
And new tastes joined in..

From jumping in rock music,
To dancing in pop,
To meditating the classical,
Is what growth all about,
A journey,
Starting from the body,
To reaching the read,
Then heart,
And finally to self.

What thy enjoys,
Defines thy growth,
Physical, mental and spiritual.

See what fills the day,
Know what growth within,
If wine the sensual,
If chess then mental,
If creativity then intellectual,
If love then heartful,
If compassion then spiritual.



P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).


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