A Poem Unwritten

One day I was worried that I could not write beautiful poems.
Then I realized, poems can be created without writing,
Every moment that is lived fully is a poem by itself

What is it to live life fully?

Live as if there is no tomorrow
Live as if you are a new born
Live as if it is just this moment that matters
Live with all the five senses working at their best
While working, work with no distraction
While laughing, laugh with the least care about onlookers
While crying, cry from the bottom of the heart
While walking,
enjoy the feel of the foot on the ground,
the fragrance the breeze carries,
the freshness the plants and the flowers bring
the warmth of the sun’s rays
The moments are infinite
So are the experiences of moments
Every moment lived fully, is a life lived fully

Show me the True Me

The awakened me
or the frightening me
The me which is content
or the me which is agitated
The me which loves
or the me which hates
The me which is joyful
or the me which is resentful
The me which accepts
or the me which complains

All the variations of creation within myself!!
This day, when I am in despair
I just beg the creator to let me realize
That none of the above is me!!