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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Where do I come from

 This was the topic for an English class, and I wrote a surprisingly good piece, so here it is-

 Where Do I Come From?
- SM



Where do I come from?
now that's a difficult question.

I come from a traditional household in a modern world
With strong cultural roots and feet firmly on the ground
Bringing along aspirations to soar high and achieve
I come from a close knit-familial unit.

I come from a family thats not really patriarchal
Yet there's so much more women can be
Where ladies go to work and girls go to study
But somewhere, I really am not... me.

I come from books- from murder mysteries and happy endings.
I come from music- metallic, instrumental and ragas.
I come from sketches- random doodlings and soft charcoals.
I come from where rainbows end- I come from creativity.

I come from internal dilemma
To be what I am, or to become what I see myself as
I come from surety and confidence
That my values are strong and convictions based on strong reason.


I come from memories
And events which changed me, moulded me
I come from surprises-
That I can achieve so much and still there's more to come.

But all this is inconsequential
You must practice what you preach
From where you come it does not matter-
What matters is where you reach.

1 comment:

  1. ooo..i love the last paragraph...
    so beautifully etched:-)

    ReplyDelete


Who's That Girl?

Who's That Girl?
Know someone who completes work, minutes After the deadline, ALWAYS? If not, let me introduce myself. :) If you are what you eat, then I'd be an Ivy Gourd. Or, maybe a Capsicum... But never, ever an onion. Who wants to be an onion anyway? I don't want to make others cry :\ I love deep verses, witty quotes, new words, quirky info, and accidental alliterations (noticed one here?). Sometimes I talk in pairs, for e.g: rhyme and rhythm, songs and dance -all these complete me. I’m thirsty for knowledge, and highly forgetful (pair again). 5 hours ago, writing about me was daunting, but now I can’t stop. Whenever I remember that till now, I have no goal in life, I get scared but still can't care less. Yes, I am a bundle of contradictions with an opinionated mind. But 17 year olds can be awarded this much leniency, right?