Go ahead and Jump!

Go ahead and Jump!
Don't let them tell you that you can't
Put on those shoes and Jump!
The sky is never that far
Go outside, breathe in the air
Don't forget to Jump!
Remember the childhood days
Those big open schoolyards
The long stone slides
And how it all began
With a tiny jump
Or a friendly bump
And you lived a lifetime
In those ten seconds of freefall
Go ahead and Jump!
Pretend that the world isn't watching
Climb that tree, as high as you can
Then jump, and fall
Into that soft pile of red leaves
Then again, and again
Till that free laughter jumps out
And joins you
Jump, one more time, with that laughter
Till you're smothered by it
Jump while you sing
Or while you dance
Jump in front of the mirror, alone
Jump hand in hand with a friend
Or with your loved one
Follow the train track, disappearing into the distance
Balancing one foot in front of the other
And hear the shrill whistle behind you
Jump off the tracks, and stare in wonder
As the giant, chugging train rolls by
Jump, till you feel the blood gushing through
Jump, till you feel the air inside you
Live a little, breathe a lot
And remember,
Don't forget to Jump!
This is a part of ‘Theme Thursday’ at http://themethursday.blogspot.com/.

Comments

  1. Brian MillerJanuary 13, 2011 at 7:51 PM

    sometimes its hard to get up the nerve to take that jump but once you do the next comes easier..

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  2. Arnab MajumdarJanuary 13, 2011 at 8:48 PM

    @ Brian... It's worth it. Always.

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  3. Wine and WordsJanuary 14, 2011 at 9:39 AM

    I've jumped in, and damn near drown...and jumped again right after the saving. I am like that. Not sure the lesson learned, or the scars earned. Probably I little of both.

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  4. sakhii••January 14, 2011 at 12:20 PM

    awesome...superb!!
    mast...and fun too!!

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  5. sakhii••January 14, 2011 at 12:20 PM

    awesome...superb!!
    mast...and fun too!!

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  6. Arnab MajumdarJanuary 14, 2011 at 12:25 PM

    @ Wine and Words... It's the only way to live. Late realisation for me, perhaps, but better late than never.

    Some things, you should learn from your mistakes. Other things, you should be adamant enough to choose not to learn from. Thankfully, humans are intelligent enough to know one from the other. :)

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  7. Arnab MajumdarJanuary 14, 2011 at 12:25 PM

    @ Wine and Words... It's the only way to live. Late realisation for me, perhaps, but better late than never.

    Some things, you should learn from your mistakes. Other things, you should be adamant enough to choose not to learn from. Thankfully, humans are intelligent enough to know one from the other. :)

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  8. Arnab MajumdarJanuary 14, 2011 at 12:25 PM

    @ Sakhii... Jumping always is. Go ahead!

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  9. Arnab MajumdarJanuary 14, 2011 at 12:25 PM

    @ Sakhii... Jumping always is. Go ahead!

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  10. un-speackable love 2January 19, 2011 at 12:02 PM

    very will said , jump! :)

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  11. Arnab MajumdarJanuary 19, 2011 at 6:43 PM

    @ Unspeakable love... It's fun to do, too.

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  12. budh.aaahJanuary 20, 2011 at 9:11 AM

    Nice rhyming and loads of fun in it..new delhi eh :) same place we come from then.keep it up.

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  13. Arnab MajumdarJanuary 20, 2011 at 11:59 AM

    @ Budhaaah... Nice to know that you enjoyed reading this. I hope to keep writing, but there is a lot of confusion about where my life's headed, and which direction I have to jump, and want to jump to. I wonder if I can make it any more fun, though.

    Delhi is a great place for inspirations, for reasons both good and bad. I think you just might know what I mean, having lived here...

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  14. Arnab MajumdarJanuary 20, 2011 at 11:59 AM

    @ Budhaaah... Nice to know that you enjoyed reading this. I hope to keep writing, but there is a lot of confusion about where my life's headed, and which direction I have to jump, and want to jump to. I wonder if I can make it any more fun, though.

    Delhi is a great place for inspirations, for reasons both good and bad. I think you just might know what I mean, having lived here...

    Cheers,
    Joy...

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  15. Shail RaghuvanshiJanuary 20, 2011 at 1:37 PM

    I liked your poem Arnab. Optimistic. You will find your way. Everybody does. Many just let go off the way midway. You don't. Ok?

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