“I Had Come Without A Plan, Empty-Handed.” | Prompt #17

I had no plans to come in the city of Maya. A city of illusion. Beauty. Murders. Extortion. Money. Fame. Well, all of these and what not. This is an image of Mayanagari called Mumbai.

10 years ago, back in 2011, when I had come for the very first time in my life. I got attracted to this city. It was a dream come true to think if I could ever come here to work, to build my empire, when I’m done with my studies.

Coming from a town called Indore, which is again known as Mini-Mumbai, I got a chance to come here officially in 2017 when I was done with my MBA at the age of 21.

I had left everything behind, nothing was in my hand. Handful of dreams, a promise to work my ass off, and sacrifices to leave family behind, for bread and butter, for a better career.

Today when I see the journey, and connect the dots, I’m exactly standing where I should be. Not wanting to go really high that I may not take care of, and not falling down either.

I’m exactly where I should be now. I’m enjoying this journey of my life, where there are teachings, lows, ups, success, and failures too. But you know what, they all are a part of my journey.

If I only share my goodness, then I’d be doing injustice to my flaws which made me wise on my life. I’m grateful for the mistakes I’ve stumbled upon in life, which opened my eyes to the extend that now I can sense a pebble even before it is about to strive.

Tonight’s prompt gave me the opportunity to remember everything I started with. Let’s begin it from the scratch.

Life is a journey I had to get out of the house,
From having a peaceful sleep at home,
To sleeping all night on the couch.

It’s a journey which goes till eternity,
But I ended up loving this beautiful Mayanagari, called Mumbai City.

The train of life is going without an end,
It tries to teach me a lot, at times directly, other times with a little bend.

We should not get hyper and tried to look outside,
It’s the journey which goes within- pause, love yourself, and just enjoy the ride.

I left from home with empty-handed,
With nothing to choose,
I had no attraction toward making circles with cigarette, or to booze.

With my words, I’ll try and convey to teach,
That it doesn’t matter if you’re
with someone or alone,
you’re surely going to reach.

Just don’t only think about the plans, but enjoy the journey too,
For if you want to make it worth,
or regret forever,
It completely depends on you.

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Sumit Yadav(25), popularly known as SumitOfficial, is a blogger from Mumbai who has been writing since 5 years, and has posted 600+ Blog Posts till now. He is an MBA and works in an Educational Industry in Mumbai as a Senior Career Consultant. His spare-time activities include creative things like -- Acting, Photographing, mimicking, singing. He has worked with Radios, appeared on National TV, interviewed authors, appeared on newspapers for multiple activities, and has written reviews for magazines. Also, he's been consistently writing offline in his journals for more than 875+ days now. He believes in Continuous Progression, and Exponential Growth. 

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19 thoughts on ““I Had Come Without A Plan, Empty-Handed.” | Prompt #17”

  1. Life is a dream which is upto us to make it into reality or let it be the dreams we forget. You’ve written and explained the struggle so well!

    Mumbai has its own charm to attract people

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  2. Not having a plan is the best plan. You just don’t have any expectations and you just go with the flow. And I guess the experience you get when you are not expecting anything is the best.

    So you are from Mumbai. I have never been there, but the way you have described it, it just reminded me of the book Shantaram. The author there is also in love with this city.

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  3. Mumbai is also known as a city that never sleeps, isn’t it? I read it somewhere.
    People too are insomniac in the city.

    I liked your poem really. It so well talks about your journey and how you said you don’t wanna fly high and get what you can’t even take care of, but neither you wanna fall down.

    It’s beautiful again!

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  4. Excellent journey Sumit, thanks for sharing. I can relate my life’s journey of Mumbai since 2015. Sleepless City, dream city, the Icon of festivities n Celebrations I call it. Life is worth living here closer to all class of people n lifestyle of Poor to Rich, where we can see it equal in the journey of train coach. Great to hear about you my friend.


  5. Hi Sir! I’m actually very happy to see how this poetry month is giving you so many chances to reflect on your life and relive those memories. 💙 You’ve come so far, and your journey has been nothing less than inspiring. 😃 Beautiful post.


  6. Sumit, you are so full of wisdom.

    This phase of struggle is where we get better and better. Leaving home, persuing some dreams upto a strange city and maintaining persistence by not losing our true nature, all these bring us closer to ourselves.

    Started with nothing but wherever we are now, it’s all our own earning.

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    1. Thank you for your kindness, Shree.

      It surely took me a lot of time to grasp in the beginning, but slowly and gradually, I could sense that it’s for my betterment.

      Leaving everything behind and look forward does take guts, doesn’t it?

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      1. Of course it does. Not just guts but a strong hold onto ambitions. There certainly has to be a pull from the ambitions or the push from ourselves to take that lead.

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      1. Oh I am in the best phase of life… holidays ended, so a whole week full of activities through online school….Well that’s all!!!
        I just have to some work….
        See u later!!!!

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