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. 🙂
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.
As we bid Adieu to 2017 , most of us have a checklist and number of things to be done in the upcoming year.
From the most popular of acquiring a gym membership to resisting desserts , from being a changed person to the promise of not taking anyone’s shit, from trying to build an another you to leaving behind every fragment of mixed feelings that has lingered around. There is something and so many things in our mind that feels the need of a start afresh.
All these years, I’ve done the same too. But I’m definitely sure how this year’s going to be the most different and maybe years after if I read this post, it shall remind me about how I sat in my cozy blanket at my place with closed windows and doors and heartfelt heavy emotions typing unstoppabley on the portable device maturely knowing the only actual thing I shall be changing from tommorow is the Calender.
However, I still hope all of you have a great year ahead. Keep going on now matter what. You deserve it.
Lots of Love,
We cross 1k followers. Thank you everyone.
# Last Post of this year .
Let the countdowns begin.
To begin with , we all know why each one of us is here.
Some like to write, read or analyze and critically appreciate. However, we all do seem like little tiny identical objects floating in the same water. As I was going through my drafts, I came across a several things that I have not yet posted and to be very honest, I cannot figure out why.
There’s just a small question in my mind that asks if there are other people or anyone of you who has something that hasn’t been put up yet despite of any reason.
It could be a fear of not reaching the level of perfection that you thought towards your piece when you thought it, could be having your writing so strong that you thought it could possibly affect somebody close or personal , could be something so ardent and impassioned that you thought it shall intimidate people and nobody would actually get the real crux of it or you are just the damn lazy ass who never freaking completed it.
Reason, a many but the result is same. I don’t know if it’s just me or there are many others with it. Do let me know.
And also since, 2017 has been coming to an end , many of you have also been requesting to do a questionnaire regarding anything you’ve ever wanted to know. For example, what’s my favorite food ? 😂 or what would I do if I had to chose between two things. Whatever comes to your mind, I will definitely answer everything in my next post linking you.
Lots of Love
#HappyHolidays. 🎊 🎈
I had tripped and slipped over a stone . I was sitting on a concrete floor, a floor so hard and concrete that made you colder, I sat there with minute scratches on my elbow and other places and a heavily bleeding knee. I sat there crying for help and watched a truck loads of people pass by me . People of different colors, genders, age groups , some with files in their hands, mother’s with strollers in one hand and bags in the other, some people wandering here and there with guide maps looking lost and confused, tourists maybe. A group of teens extremely overjoyed as they seemed tossing a ball over each other. Everyone in a hurry heading to their destination barely noticing my highlighted knee. I never felt so lonely in a place full of crowd that was void of turning their pupils a little away from where they wanted to go. In the meanwhile, a little boy with a face that appeared to me unwashed and quite unkept and slight scratches on his half torn schoolbag came up to me and asked if I needed water to wash my wound. Exactly the moment, I woke up from my dream with a sudden stroke.
I failed to make out what bled more, My knee or my heart ? 😌
This world a place of known strangers. Let me know your views.
If you are not thinking of me during the mistake you have been making. If your conscience is not shattering your inner self or your shadows not showing your reality ,
If you ONLY feel guilt when you are alone within four dark walls without me by your side and not in your proper consciousness,
If your heart does not slam you each time you are about the repeat the same mistake or your brain shows no warning,
If your fingers do not shiver when you type for me or your eyes don’t choke,
If you feel sorry is just another word meant to be said and it is not the emotion that is tearing through your guts and building your tear blocks ,
If it is not meant to be genuine but like erasing your mistake to create space for better ones.
Then, Do NOT ‘SORRY’ Me 😌
If I’ve come this far, I shall pretty much be able to handle whatever’s next.
I , from this very moment, not any more drop a single weep casting any regret. I don’t no more hover in the streets of nowhere and pitch my best to what’s next. I understand that there isn’t any scope for a human being in my life who roots to unwillingness . I will not pressurize my mind & soul to drown in the intensity of any situation that is a threat to my stability and well being . The same butter that melts on high temperatures also hardens strong enough to break down when all the chills are upon it. No freckle on my body says it’s ashamed of itself & no flaw an imperfection. I will let mistakes teach me but not stop me. My heart that has been in places where it could not get owned & places where it did not want to be owned. My heart and mind however , at the end of the day should not by me , disowned. Not every pain was a necessary display or every smile ,a real one but every intention , gentle and pure. Pride and esteem never wore a costume & how little sweeps have covered every inch of the bathroom. If a flower appears dead to me, I will approach a garden but never get comfortable with the state of not trying. My blood cold towards injustice and water to discontentment. But after every day, I will remind this to myself. My pain letter didn’t have to be the one describing every hurt but it had to show how getting hurt is still easy and overcoming phase is worse. My prayers to anyone and everyone going through anything in their lives. It shall pass. This was my Scarlet Letter, my shade of pain.
Not in the curling lashes,
or in those glamorous glasses.
Not in her heavy jewelry,
or the matte shade of blueberry.
Not in her perfume of heaven,
or the magic that makes you feel her absence.
Not really that shining face,
or her numerous attended dates.
Not everytime as somebody’s muse,
Nothing like her beauty that screamed from her bruise .
I tell you here , there is no denial
I sat on a heavy night as fight in my trials.
Weaving many things together for a conclusion,
The one I couldn’t reach, maybe for a lack of reason.
I heaved a sigh and looked up ,
My eyes fall on the hardbound brown diary sitting on the shelf right on the top.
Opening it again ,I felt was a must
As what it collected was much more than dust.
I went through the pages, that feeling I couldn’t help,
as the pages rolled, the fight within felt closer to myself.
I read, I understood and embraced my motive that had started to fade,
Emotions and pain, for which I had the diary made.
One more thing yet again I discovered,
I already knew where I stood in everyone’s life,
I knew it better. 😌