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Mind Minimalism




I Peel off the layers of the past decade
Shaking off the few remnants
still housing my mind

I spring clean and prepare
for the newborn cries
of the coming happy babies of Time

Struggling with the limited memory chip
I sit to sort and save
to retain and renounce

I strive to upgrade
to reduce the clutter
in my slackening neurons

The dark shadows of sombre stories
that have ruled me
Owned me
detained me
now need to go

It's time to dislodge
the luggage of loathing
to cremate the ugly remains of ridicule

Atoning and forgiving
at the same time
all that's stale

Bristling with conscious self
I rise to clasp
the nice nimbus memoirs

As of now, consumed
I go light on my luggage
inside my head

Relieved, I greet 2020 -
my sealed morrow
with Mind Minimalism

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© 2020 Alka Tiwari
All rights reserved

Dear readers,

When prose fails, poetry embraces my thoughts. So here are my poetised thoughts for a change. Ought to do something different to mark this "one in a decade" sunrise ;)

The advent of a new decade is a time for reflection to introspect on the mental trash we all are carrying in our heads. Here's what I aspire to change...to decide what stays inside and what gets trashed. A not so simple exercise to regain and own my mental space. Least load is best...minimising and retaining the store of loving, happy, positive memories, I adopt Mind Minimalism to keep me going and keep me sane for the yet to come days, months and years in my life. How are you planning to usher in 2020? Would you just go with the flow or turn the tides in your chosen direction? Does this change of a decade inspire you enough to slow down and rethink about what's happening and what you wish to happen? Let's open a discussion around this in the comment box...Waiting to read your ways to hail the new year.


Happy New Year
Happy New Decade
Happy New Life
Happy New Opportunities

366 Opportunities to be precise to grab and mould into triumphs!!!

Best Wishes,
Alka Tiwari










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    1. Yes Anju, Welcome with a bang....Best wishes to you.

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  2. What better way to welcome 2020! Beautifully written!!

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    1. Thanks dear Kalpana...Hope to bring it in practice in our lifestyle, home and inner world of infinite thoughts.

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  3. Reading . Re-reading and feeling the essence of your writings
    Lovely

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  4. Thanks dear Preeti...Hope you were inspired enough to live and clinch the soul of my thought.

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  5. Inspires me to dig deep and really think about what I can mentally discard for my own sanity. Really needed this especially right now in life. Thank you Alka!

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    1. I am glad this was of some meaning and use to you. Thanks for putting your thoughts here.

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