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. 🙂
Drafts are better than posts
Today , we will wish all the ladies and post about them . We will tell them they are special and cut cakes to celebrate .
Tomorrow , we will gossip how the other lady has put on pounds for eating cake . We will not understand their struggles . We will not pay attention to her problems and belittle her achievements. We will have opinions and we will continue posting our selfies until it’s 2020 and it’s Women’s Day ,
We will post about them again 🙂
Happy Women’s Day .
Image from : Google
Once during a hearty conversation with one of the fellow blogger, I was told by her that most of her social media handles are anonymous as she posts more about her writing and pictures of things she takes .
And on another day one more fellow blogger tells me how people should stop being anonymous and fake and come out to the world instead.
I choose to differ because I believe in anonymity. Everyone has reasons, the first reason is always ‘I don’t want so and so person to read this and know who I am’ , trust me they are doing a favour. Some simply do not want to be noticed because that’s how they are ‘Spotlights are not the best for everyone’ . Clearly there is a difference between being anonymous and being fake.
Lastly, there are so many things we purposely do not communicate or writings and feelings that many have not seen, In that way
Aren’t we all a little anonymous?
Let me know
And success to me would be being where I want to be without having to forget where I came from.
(Picture : self)
I fall and scatter so many times,
I’m struggling to make this rhyme.
I sit in dark rooms and closed doors,
A little too attached to cold hard floors.
I feel absence ,
I also crave distance .
I’m trying to get this together,
A little something to make me feel better.
My favorite book in front of me,
My mind running in some garden, in those trees.
I’m trying to leave a mark,
But isn’t this night unusually dark?
I’m needing this motion, needing the heart,
Just how it was so fearless from the start.
I’m sitting by the window ; watching it rain ,
It’s fully open, this wooden pane.
Maybe I had some plans, I was supposed to dine.
I’m just chilling by the air, I know I will be fine.
Let me know if it’s okay to cancel on everything so you can have this time for yourself . To for a moment believe that it’s going to be okay. Maybe not now but eventually.
My motive was not to scare you.
But putting forward a fact that is to most degrees, universal.
I’m usually the one to believe in signs and what a particular incident or situation is trying to tell me. But, we fall back and please let’s just admit that we all do .
To make things a bit more specific let me break the bread here : You know how on some nights you are so excited about certain things to happen to you and have imaginary scenarios playing in your head like LA LA Land ? But instead what really happened was nothing or every plan getting cancelled? OR Days when you thought nothing is ever going to happen that could possibly lift your spirits and you might as well be a lizard on somebody’s wall but something so good happens you doubt how that ever happened to you.
Not just with plannings , events or situations but in the larger picture, most of the time whatever you planned is not going to happen.
And let that not dishearten you because trust me for a second when I say this, something worse or better could happen to you but that’s what is going to matter ahead when you connect the dots. Maybe sometime later you shall say, ‘ Now I understand what happened and why and maybe back then it was the best thing that could have happened to me ‘
(Speaking from personal experiences : Wayyyy tooooooo manyyy)
If things aren’t going your way, Patience sounds like the least thing in the world one would want to resort to buy hold up people, it’s coming!
Recovering a bit from all the cold and soreness I suffered.
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.