Future Generations

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People forgot about the young children 

Looking up to them 

Waiting for them to make a move 

That would change their lives 

Hoping that they take the right steps 

And hold their money tight 

While investing in business that take flight 

Let the future generations come to mind 

When you work 

There's no use in providing a roof for comfort 

If your assets have no worth 

Put the children first 

Why not save for college? 

Don't avoid the rainy day fund 

Some people will frivolously spend their money 

While others will hold off 

On having uncalculated fun 

Consider tomorrow 

Because time waits for no one 

Value the moments that the world can't see 

The work is done  

While easy going people are sleeping 

 

Love always, Esha  <3

Queens Mean Business

The Mission of Writers

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Writing is a nasty business. One minute you're speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters pulsating through easy fingertips slips away.

We sit with open palms writing for the pleasure of the moment. Praying for the eyes of excited readers to scan the lines of tactful words. We are not titans. We are bearers of empty yet hopeful words, subjects added to verbs. Creating sentences you never thought of but every portion read touched a sensitive nerve.

We fly like oceans swiping over wet dreams. We move like clouds rolling too high. Fighting for an opening to a sentence. Working towards a period that never dies. People have limited lives but the feelings they provoke live on.

Count me among the nameless writers who gave up but kept on going. Never knowing if anyone would read. Because they couldn’t change the world. And the successful are defined by monetary greed But the starving artist is defined by need. 



Love always, Esha