A Fleeting Thought. 

To find peace, one must search their soul ... not their surroundings. 

Reality Check

What we think is real,
 is actually an illusion.
What we chose to be blind to,
is a reality.
We cannot change our fate,
but we can learn to co exit with it.
We are bluffed by happy moments,
 then jolted back by a stream of sorrows.
It is important to be true to yourself,
if you are lost, all is lost.
Believe in yourself,
many are waiting to pull you down.
But if you stay strong,
all is taken care off.
Be true to your roots,
know who you are, where you are from.
Don't try too hard to blend in,
sometimes its good to be different.
Please yourself, before pleasing other,
nobody out there really cares about your well being.
Be smart, live happily, love all.

OUR LIFE, AS WE LIVE

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A child learns to walk,

                                    by falling several times.

She learns to hold,

                by dropping an object, time and again.

She learns to notice things,

                           by missing  few significant ones.

She learns to speak,

                     after mispronouncing  many words.

She learns to write,

                         after writing over and over again.

She learns to sing,

   after the rhymes and rhythms touche her soul.

She learns to dance,

                             after the music takes control.

She learns to respect,

                                   after being respected.

She learns to sacrifice,

                                      after learning to love.

She learns to trust,

           after knowing the meaning of friendship.

She learns to be wary,

                                  after being hurt.

She learns to pray,

                          after developing faith in her heart.

She learns to give tests,

                         with a belief that she will pass.

She learns to be patient,

                                     after being repeatedly tested.

She longs for respite,

                        after being sucked in this whirlpool. 

              

Bending a twig in hand,

                                     she tries to  set an example.

Everything in this world has its limitations,

                                       when it’s bent beyond it capacity, it will snap.

When tested repeatedly,

                                      even the mildest of the lot will rebel.

If doing the right gives us pain,

She will be drawn towards the inevitable temptations of the Satan.

She cries out loud for her Lord and guide,

                     what is she to do but lament when her pleas are not heard.

Who is she to ask for guidance?

                     When the guide turns his back unto her.

What faith must she hold on to,

                         When there is nothing but a buzz in her head.

Is it not unfair to leave her wandering?

                           Lost, alone, fighting against the surge of emotions.

Bewildered she stands at the shore,

                          Figuring out the reason of her existence.

Wondering if our life, as we live it,

                      will only bring in sorrows with illusions of happiness.

Or is she to unravel the mysteries of  life,

                                    and awaken as a wiser and stronger individual.

With her head held high,

                                     she hopes to unfold the truth of her existence.

She finally learns to stand up for herself,

                                             after the world was set to pull her down.

A Note

                                 

 
To see the world beyond the obvious, we need a vision that few have. But we should never limit ourselves to our present knowledge, but strive to gain more from the right sources. It is not only the knowledge we gain from classroom studies that comes in handy, but most of the knowledge that really helps us function in a society, is gained through various experiences.

It is very easy to give up and follow the trends of the moment, but we should realise that , we get to live our lives once, we can either follow the trends or work harder, so as to set new trends for others to follow. It is always easier to be a part of a crowd, criticise the weakness' of a society, find flaws in everything that we are not a part of. But stop and ask yourself a question, what good will it do to rebuke the society and their social norms? Would it bring a positive change? Would it help in bettering the situation? If not, the same energy and time wasted on cracking peanuts and ripping open the ills of the society, we can use it to sit together, mull over the pros and cons and find a solution to irradicate the current evil practises that is scattering us and awakening the demons that reside in us.

The plight of today's world, where religion and politics is being used not to unify the people, but to divide them is eventually going to doom us all. Above every thing, religion, race, creed,  money, nationality etc, we should realise that we are humans first and that if we do not  help and protect eachother, then we ourselves are terminating our own kind.

So, I urge everyone, to read good relevant literature, increase your knowledge in every subject before raising objections or demeaning anyone or any religion. Every aspect of life has two sides, one good and the other bad. It is up to us to decide if we are going to base our judgement on the negative or positive aspects. Its not about who we are, but about what we think and do that brings the change in our society. CHOOSE WELL!

Twist of Nature

The clouds seem to give way to the sun, 
as it generously spreads its warmth around, 
 the rainbow with its seven glorious shades claim the sky,
a sight to behold,
a sight to remember.

Passing the fresh spring,
that babbled amongst the rocks,
making its way through the twists and turns,
splashing and dazzling under the sunlight,
the mere sight of it would bring a smile on thy face. 

Walking in a pale pink dress,
amidsts the flowers in the meadow,
humming the song of summer.
a young lass runs to tame her lamb,
giggles and laughter echo in the lush green valleys.

Soon the winds take over, 
the clouds move to embrace the sun,
Thunder sings a glorious song,
as rain drops come dancing down,
as the lass is overjoyed by the sudden guest.

"Do not tarry, young lass,
For the stormy evening is upon us."
bellowed a voice from the woods,
grabbing her restless lamb, 
she hurried to find shelter,
For by morrow, the sun would shine once again.

Believe

“It blasted it into shreds, the light coming out from every cell filled the forest.  For a second it felt as if the sun had crashed on Earth, the heat emitted from it made me faint. When I woke up, there was nothing but darkness. As I tried to make sense of what had just happened here I saw I was surrounded by people who were curiously looking at me. I saw their mouths move but heard no sound, everything was a blur and soon darkness took over.”

Hell with these overtly dramatic novels, where everyone’s either turning into a vampire or a wolf or have a ghost come and haunt them silly.  I mean, what is wrong in our human form but then unless there is some spice in the novel, who will read it other than a handful of people who like to read about serious topics and then sit and discuss on whose read what.  I would really like to read about some realistic books so I decided I would go to get some biographies.

It had snowed the previous day so I quickly got dressed and went out to the nearest bookstore to meet with Charlie, he always had a good list of books that one just had to read. Lost in my thoughts I  went on walking when I bumped into a lady who looked as me curiously as I quickly apologised. She surprised me with a smile and asked me if I was looking to read a new novel. I was astounded and  words failed me, I mean how did she come to know. Before I could answer she handed me a book and asked me to return it once I had read it. It was in a pitiful condition and I was afraid the paper would melt if I touched it.  I told her that I was going to go and get myself some biographies but to my utter dismay, the lady simply walked away giving me a deaf ear.  I didn’t know what to do but stare, I decided id put it away at Charlie’s and let him read it first while I get my hands on something interesting. As I started to walk, the thunder roared, the lightning struck and the rain came down hard. I had no option but to revert back home.

Back at home I kept the book on the shelf and went to make myself some lunch. I had some tuna and salad in the refrigerator so I started to make a sandwich and salad for myself. I sat on my couch flipped the channels to see what was coming but due to the heavy rain there was no signal. I sighed and put the remote away when I saw the book I was given earlier that day on the table next to my couch. I stared at it blankly, for I remembered putting it away on the shelf. But since I believed in practicality, I shrugged off the thought that the novel had travelled on its own.

Since there was no tv I opened the book and started to read. It was blank, I wondered if the lady was trying to pull out a prank on me. I flipped few pages but all of them were blank so I closed the book but suddenly I caught a glimpse of colour and when I opened it again, it was filled with colourful text. Now I really began to think, whether  I was hallucinating and so I decided to get some sleep. But there was something about the book that made me want to read it.

I started to read it expecting it to be on some supernatural experience but it was actually a story of a child who actually believed in destiny. It was of a child who was abandoned at a young age and was forced into child labour. He worked endlessly and earned a merger income, just enough to feed himself.  He narrated stories to his master’s son in his spare time, who eventually ended up compiling them in a book.  The salve boy always thought of himself as some imaginary character and believed he was the chosen one and narrated the stories as he envisioned himself being the vital character. He spoke of how events changed themselves to match the final destiny of the character.   While the slave child narrated the story, the master’s son would get so mesmerised in the tales that he started to believe that one can change their destiny by their deeds.

One day the master’s son fell really unwell and the doctors gave up on him. He was destined for his final fate; death. He was paralysed after he met with an accident while riding a horse. The slave boy saw the helplessness and fatigue in his master’s son’s eyes and he wanted to help. He decided to make up a story of a warrior who overcame any obstacle to reach his goal. This story helped the boy get the much needed motivation to try to move his limbs. Gradually with time he did recover.

After reading the entire story I realised, that, this story was another work of fiction by a little boy but it delivered a very important message; that; one doesn’t have to believe in the supernatural happenings but believe in their own strengths. If one puts their mind into bringing about change in themselves, then there is no stopping. I closed the book, and laughed thinking that, afterall, it was a fictitious story that brought a change in me.

Wondering why!!!

Fighting a battle of emotions

Making my way through all this commotion

Often wondering in the busy streets

Trying to  catch up with friends who wouldn’t meet

Letting go of them seems just the thing

For they will and will never understand a thing

On they get going, without any remorse of leaving

Only know the art of taking and not giving

I am better alone than waiting for such friends

Who change as fast as the latest trends

For my friendship is offered once only

If you throw it away, it’s you who’ll be lonely

Regret you will, but too late it will be

For when you turn to find me

Nowhere, shall I be.