We have always expressed the inner voice or haven’t. We gracefully miss out the art of listening. When someone wants to speak, someone just wants to be heard, maybe all times or one time or only last time. Be that person, listen to someone today. 🙂
10 pm : It’s going to be another night of the dark. The ravens & Doves shall be nesting, the beasts resting and we know it’s going to be just fine.
11 pm : An hour for another day to begin . Another day of possibilities, opportunities , rejection, peace & benevolence.
12 am : The zero hour of the end and a beggining . The nerves rush of facing fears and winning over .
1 am : The clicking of toes, the shuddering of heart . The choking on tears & tearing apart.
2 am : The putting away of the tear drenched cloth , the drying of hand. The deep breaths that follow & time like slipping sand.
3 am : The sitting back up, eyes wide open. The moving along this wave, hearts that reopen.
4 am : Droopy little, clearer dreams. Dawn that’s drawing , no more pulling apart at the seems.
5 am : Smiles and sunrise that recover, The terrors of night that’s over and under.
It has passed and shall will, Experience that’s deepened but how beautiful to move on like nothing ever happened.
We are all warriors.
We begin to rise and tend to fall twice.
If this is a theory, I need wikipedia to explain me why ?
I need to know if the things move in circles. All that in our actions we do. Few days at a stretch I’m in my bests feeling nothing could ever go wrong, that I shall not submit and be the best of me.
The other moment I’m standing right in front of something unable to do what I know I exactly should be doing and NO, it is not depression.
I’m not depressed. I believe we humans are designed to have it this way . To be a ten and a zero all at once.
If you think there is an end, there isn’t.
Did a cake and chocolate just cross your mind?
Resssst your brain.
According to IST 12.00 am on June 27 , 2018 . I turn 21. Not too sure if it’s the age’s maturity OR having had enough of cakes since the past 20 years , a cake was the last thing I would look for on a birthday.
Moving on to celebration, I do not believe in particular occasions cause for me any time with your friends and family that you feel loved and blessed, is one. Given that some of my best buddies live outstation making us meet occasionaly and was a feeling I was not ready to welcome.
However, this time , I tried to do something for myself. I tried breaking the shackles of restriction. I decided on having to meet some pals,make some friends and try having a good day. After all, personal growth is something my people would have loved. Isn’t it?
To sum it up , I received some beautiful letters as night from my best friend who stays away. She has been writing since quite the beginning of the month. How beautiful it is to have someone make 5 minutes of their day for you so they know you’re doing good. These are things not to be taken for granted and for a moment , someone wishing and praying for you could be the reason you’re even alive.
Please be grateful for whatever you have and learn to move from whatever you’ve ever lost.
Also, if you ever feel that nobody loves you, wait till your birthday. 😂
Image : Self
Let’s just say how two things shall differ so much from the other. The monsoon in India has finally begun. Too much of a good news to anyone who likes their coffee better with rains.
Would it be wrong if I said I Lust for rain? Or shall love be the appropriate. I also fail to distinguish from where this love comes from. I was born during the monsoon ,so maybe?
However, lusting for this particular season makes me understand and love things. I’d rather have cancelled plans and enjoy a book than going out to hot summery days or wintery nights. The feel of having water soaking up this earth after long months of dry and the chilly weather is when I can finally rest.
To sum it all, how much ever you love something, it’s value doubles up when you are with your loved ones. Some work always keeps me busy but needless to say, I miss my pals and wish for the day to have them besides soon!
Who else is a monsoon baby?
So many words that you can see,
A lot of which you may not agree.
My body’s a little inked, scratched & crushed ,
But I see how on most days, I’m the only one you’d trust.
On days I’m decorated in doodles of joy,
The other I’m withering with your tears of coy.
I’ve known actions deliberate,
Don’t you hold back, let them liberate.
Don’t you worry about all your rages,
It all stays in between my folded pages.
P. S : Someone’s Human Diary.
Are you somebody’s too?
When I say summer, please think of holidays.
It’s blazing heat in here.
All Indians , you know what I’m talking about.
We have always pictured our summers with, Fat fleshy mangoes & Round red looking watermelons , staying indoors and sipping in ‘Glucon D’ ( the Indian drink for glucose) , heavy evening winds with a densely setting sun , let’s not forget the ‘Nimbu -Paani’ ( Lemonade ) ft. increasing love and familiarity with Amul (Ice Creams and Drinks) . If you cannot relate, is Atlanta your home?
When we were younger, we just had the so called ‘pressure’ of having to complete the Holiday Homework’s. But as you grow, you know life does not stop for you and HOLIDAYS (equals) Some more isolation , Looking at other people on vacation and trying to think what sin in your previous birth makes you sit here , doubled up procrastination and the kind of sleep that exhausts you more, unexpected unhealthy food binges and the not so confident mirror experience.
Here’s what you can do and a few things I’m willing to / have started doing.
- First things things. Do SOMETHING. ANYTHING.
- Delete what makes you unhappy or threatens your mental peace. (I’m off instagram and facebook already)
- Have you tried YouTube? ( discover what you love, get some motivation or just watch a cute puppy dammit.)
- Try something new. Sounds strange but I’ve been doodling since a few days and believe it or not, I enjoy it!! I’m also thinking to start baking (I mean what better if your hard work gives sweet results). There is never the right moment to begin something so just attack.
- Go out and by that I do not mean bottoms up with vodka or whisky or whatever (once in a while doesn’t hurt though.) but when I say go out , it means move that lazy ass out of that couch and take in the breeze. It’s beautiful in the evenings anyway.
- Set goals and achieve them. Again, not goals like ‘ I shall become the CEO with the hottest body ‘ but goals that are minimal efficient and that can be achieved. Goals like, 10 books this summer, learn a new language or emit junk and go green .Anything that helps you grow needs your attention.
Whatever you do , be productive. I’m glad to rise and to realise and figure out what I need to do and trying to maintain it.
Do remember, you do not have to be hard on yourself (any season, any day) It’s your body, let it breathe.
The key to a good life lies in keeping yourself busy ( even if you’re trying to set a record of sleeping) For once, trust me. Have a nice Indian Summer.
(that reminds me that there’s a movie called Indian Summer, which I’m yet to watch. I’m trying to watch one movie everyday so spare me , it’s movie time.)
From a Mother’s Diary
Today I went by her room,
The one that she had filled much with darkness and gloom.
Her curtains drawn closed and tact,
From when has she been falling apart?
She spoke to me of things and places,
A battlefield, her mind was full of sad traces.
Her pillow was stained, her bed not neat ;
What possibly made her ever feel this incomplete?
I could see her pain, I could feel her burn
I’ve watched the rain, wishing to be the sun.
I knew not why, the mothers heart made of what ,
The pain in her nerves, the roar through her guts.
Lose pages scattered everywhere,
Some filled with dreams, others with nightmares.
I wished to make out, what she has been feeling
To pray for her strength and for her healing .
I wish her pains could be mine in a twirl,
She was born from my womb, my baby girl.
Your mother, your sister or your wife.
Having a girl in your life is very precious. Protect her, Respect her and Love her.
Astrologer, If you belong to the holy land of India, it is almost 95 % that you have understood what this means. Not that someone not from here doesn’t. It’s just that if you are born in India, you are deeply rooted with *atleast* the idea of spiritual awakening , Reincarnation or Rebirth, Karma and the importance of 4am holy baths in sacred rivers, keeping a fast on holy festivals and of course, how our god’s require tons of milk and flower to be showered on them. ( to satisfy them and maintain the uninterrupted flow of their blessings on us )
It all boils down to one thing. FEAR. The human race unintentionally fears everything.
Ever came across a perfect business marketing technique ? How to sell a product ? The answer is quite simple, Create a crisis. Make the consumer feel the need of it. Poor us humans for the sake of efficiency also get trapped. Not to deny I am amongst them and so are you. Tell someone they need to look fair for a personality and sell them a fairness product. Tell someone they’d look better with a slimmer waist, Slim Sauna Belt. Yes.
Not just for business but all our daily emotionic transactions also take place in the band of this crisis theory. Feel less important in someones life ? threaten them of leaving.Want a person to be with you for as of your wishes ? Just rub and slice through them emotionally. Create a crisis of your place. But I wasn’t really speaking about Marketing Techniques in life right?
That is how Religion works in still so many places. The problem is we fear the things we feel we have no access to, we find solutions in everything and most of the time, it isn’t our fault. We are born with defense mechanism to shield our not only physical but mental and emotional state of being. Probably that! Is why we see hopes in astrologers OR anyone who shows promises to make our lives better or at least the thought of it.
Having said that, I am not trying to offend any Astrologer OR anybody’s profession . The main purpose to put this up was to bring in forward a few ideas or thoughts of mine completely admitting that I am no Astrologer, Psychiatric, Card reader or healer but I have seen and felt a few things that needs to come up.
Lately, quite a lot of things have been happening in my life, to the contrary it does feel as if this life of mine still got no motion. Being a private person as I am, I do not know if I can really talk about every issue and fail to differentiate if it is worth discussing about. However, to swipe the fresh creme above the cake and to brief it, there has been a lot. There is this book I completed reading today that I strongly recommend as a must read which shall not be discussed here to prevent straying away from the topic.
One thing you will learn is how everything has a consequence, every action and situation that life puts you at is made to bring you through and also that each and every incident happening today is trying to tell you something and perhaps is an indication of something. Understanding what could be learnt from it is what makes us grow. All these little and big things in our life matter. Everything Matters. Hence, this my friend I’d say is a battlefield nobody really wins or looses. We grind and fall but still try and stand tall . That is what makes us all warriors of time. Religion is no cure but a pacifier to the burn within. It should not be mistaken for anything that takes place overnight but a process.
I am no-one extra but one amongst all of you and that is what brings me closer to each of your soul’s treachery. I confide and my staple are the same things as yours. We deal with things every moment and still keep hopes to snuggle between them for peace. Hence we do not go behind anyone or anything looking for what we need .
It’s in there, right within , Look.
Hope this helps!
My last post on WordPress was on December 31 , 2017 as an ode to the passing year. It has been more than a month and I haven’t visited WordPress. Mistake .
We human beings no matter what, always stay in a habit. A habit of repeating the same thing and cringing about it, agree? . Well I couldn’t agree less. So many of us bloggers over here have multiple social media accounts to maintain. In the growing age of Instagram, Facebook and Twitter, I still stand by all the lovely people out her pouring out their thoughts and supporting each other. I personally have only one Instagram working and active account and do not use anything else.
However what happens at times is that we tend to get inclined towards so many things in our lives and end up repeating it time and again. Sometimes we write a lot of stuff about a lot of things but tend to slow down, maybe because things got better or the situation just improved. Whatever the reason is, we have at so many times cheated on what we exactly wanted to do. I’ve written posts during bad phases, extremely happy and neutral phases of my life but also ended up ditching it during the same.
Not to worry, it is okay. You are not bound to always keep having to prove yourself for the sake of content or activity. You could take a break from your media and really live for a while. Not to deny, sometimes losing yourself in this vast world of electronics and wired conversations where you actually feel heard or cared for does transcend you to a better life at times but at the cost of what? So do not worry if people are mad at you for not keeping them updated. This life is yours and your way of living it is a choice, On or Off any social media. Your temporary death in this world of media unless is harming you much should stay adopted in you for as long as you wish .
Stay happy and do what you wish, not everyone needs to know. Keep Cheating .
Have a good night.