Each day turns into night
And night then turns to day,
Years keep rolling by
And life moves on its way!
If you LIVE and love, you travel and indulge,
you make memories in turn
To reminisce and cherish.
Or just EXIST and ruin the time you had
And some day just silently you disappear and perish !
It’s all in your hands, it’s in the choices you make
It’s your own story, you either build or you break !
So my dear be wise, please pause for a while
Don’t you keep running in a weird rat race,
It’s your journey, only yours to live,
By your own choice and at your own pace !
– Sonali Bakshi
17/11/2021
My Mind Inscribed 
Unnoticed and un-consulted, a person becomes invisible. It’s not always their choice. Some endeavor to be clever and they’re not. Some would offer their love but they’re refused. Bitter and sour memories collect and their life is in a pickle. There’s no meat to their sandwich and they only have one slice of bread, but they say, “Let them eat cake.” If it’s not in the time of a propitious revolution, they never have a chance to live or be seen.
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Agreed… that is a reality of life too. I didn’t mean to write down anything judgmental or opinionated. I hope my poetry hasn’t come across like that. What I wrote was more about we being so engrossed in making a life that we tend to forget to ‘live’ and in the process end up just existing.
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