Hold on

A parallel universe came & crashed your little world,

sacking your warmth, smashing the comfort,

leaving you wondering of life and next,

succumbing to the storm & snow,

as you thought of letting go,

rays of light hit you hard,

only to ring the bells of self,

in that pure moment, you celebrate while you sob,

wherefore in the storms hold on tight,

just like you did,

Before you were born.

Ripples along!

Every simple, incomplex action creates ripples, ripples that undeniably affects others, words- a misfortunate slip of tongue or a mischief, a little wink, a playful dare, a sneak here and a peek there, unabashedly nipping off the hopeful thread. Interdependence, interconnectivity, survival and selection lurking within the books of Science, are not simple terms as they seem to be or rather taught to be, dictating life and lessons to be learnt of! Well, that being said off, while sailing in a utter rush to reach the coast, be leery of the ripple along!

Someday she’ll realize :)

P.S. To all those people who give a lot and receive a little, who have a firm believe in themselves even if this world doesn’t, hopefully these verses touch a few strings and make that faith stronger..

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She had so much love to give,
little did she keep for herself,
only if she knew all her scars and sufferings
healed with the red portion itself..

She saw beauty beyond vision
only if she saw mirror once again,
she would have noticed the glitters
and broken off her chain..

She found peace even in raging noises,
and in the quietest of zone,
I wonder if she knew,
tranquility was her own tone…

She helped each one in disdain,
finding joy in their smile,
a helping hand towards her own self
today, tomorrow, each day for a while..

Unaware of the path to take, the footsteps to follow
she is just walking and walking, somewhere something would stuck and make her stop,
fearlessly she conquers, ignoring the taunts and comments, and unapologetic voices
of the crowd, but someday she’ll realize, someday something will stuck and make her stop..
till then She had so much love to give,
little did she keep for herself,
only if she knew all her scars and sufferings
healed with the red portion itself..

Transforming Thoughts into Words!

“Omg! you look gorgeous!- ah! that’s too much to write..lets just hit the heart key, it will convey it all. But let’s pause for a moment and consider does it really convey what you wanted to say? will it have the same impact as your personal comment would? Neither will it get you a tagged comment saying Thank you..

Apart from facebook, in our daily lives, we skip lots of words of appreciation and buttering; which we think we should have said or spoken but do not speak due to following reasons-

  • It would be an awkward situation to handle
  •  I would be misinterpreted (especially in case if you are a guy)
  •  Who does that in today’s times?
  •  Let it go! it would not make such a difference.

But what if it creates a better situation, better understanding? and you are not misinterpreted and considered as frank or bold person? And don’t you want to be a different person in this huge world? and what if it makes a difference…

Little compliments, words of appreciation, good thoughts and anticipation of efforts never harm anybody, it only boosts up morale, secondly your thoughts will turn into actions and will not just roam around , occupying spaces in your head.

So next time, you see someone looking pretty, say it! next time you see an oldie working out, appreciate him! Thank your teachers and parents even if these days its not so cool! Touch the feet of your elders and bow in respect even it’s uncommon in your peers.. and take time to gratify the glorious ; if you know its worth it!

 

When you’ll transform your thoughts into your words, World around you will involuntarily Transform!

P.S. This is how I transform my thoughts into words, hope you like it 🙂

Letter to the Girl who Feels Lost

Dear Lost Girl,

You are not alone in this world, there are many many others like you, finding their path, looking for the road to walk on. I know you are scared of what might happen if you don’t choose one sooner, but who can judge when it would be too late, you are never too old for anything.

You are travelling on the road not often travelled; painting the masterpiece the world still imagines of,  It’s okay if you flip out or fluctuate; there are so many things to try on, and may be while doing so might just hold one forever.

But while you are lost, just don’t forget to live enough. And let not this harsh world change you, their criticism should be your strength, their rebukes should be your smile and all this while you’ll grow and learn.

There are times when you feel you are not good enough for anything, but have a look at the bright side may be that anything is not good enough for you. There are times when you feel like that you are not standing up to the expectations of others, but just remember all  those who really care just want you to be happy, and while the rest should not bother you at all.

There are times when you feel people around you are flying rockets while you are still struck on a bicycle, but isn’t each one of a different indivual, so accept your journey and create most out of it every day; every little thing you are blessed to enjoy. Just grab all the good things this day has for you to offer.

The other side looks greener I know, but aren’t green paths, a consequence of lots of rain .Have faith in all of your efforts. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Take care of yourself; feed your mind as well as your soul.

Someday somewhere you’ll find yourself. Someday you will be you. So Dear Lost Girl, Lets be a little lost and live life!

Bliss in Disguise

 Dedicated to: “People who have reached heights because of their hardwork and to the people who are on their path. hopefully it inspires all young buds turning to beautiful flowers.”

As I stand here at the top,

with head high and feet grounded, where people could only dream of, the falls and advances on deck they led…

What I was and what I am, is not a miracle but a transformation, clogged with experiences, a will to compass the destination…

The hardships and nuisance at the tender age, the torment and torture, the hurt and insult, the bruises and damange suffered to grow, ripened me to the core..

The whips and scorns of beastly boss,  the rebuking of the superiors, rising up before sunrise,  exterting through dark hours,  burning my eyes..

All the wounds of either heat or ice,  entire progression was bliss in disguise, recalling yesterdays inflates the heart with pride,  a zero at the front rolled thousands behind..