Peep Inside

 
As on a request I elaborated," What lies before us or behind us is tiny as compared to what lies within us."

It's all about the mind game. The inputs to it are the consequences of endless thoughts and practices surrounding us in the social gossamer manipulating our originals. Since childhood we are in the company of several people lumps of whose perspectives create layers in our mind. We sometimes become traits, the other times incomplete ourselves. Till we realise the completeness and power of one soul we wander in a sphere of piracy.

Think good and real and same will be reflected in what you do which will not only help us prosper but will also lead us to improvement every time. Peace is often robbed when one’s thinking is altercated when he is reluctant to accept the change. Our course of actions and tendencies are generally to safeguard what we believed cause there lays a general tendency to prove self-righteousness. It is hard to be invisible in the world where our thoughts contribute to the synergy of this universe. In such a case it becomes difficult to preserve the chores of our own mind that has infinite power to blow out all the blues till it is realised.

John Hilton says, “The mind in its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.  Our thoughts refine our deeds and make us even more confident in what we do. Appreciations and humiliations, applause and rejections are some social fringes that appear to measure our performance but in reality what stays as an undefeated truth is that it never matters what we did or what we do but all that matters is what we create. Treat people with respect, accept humbleness, try to doff envy, try to make a strong and powerful interior and there will be no thoughts undone. It sounds utopian but is really effective in leading a sound life with beams of positivity shining in the aurora of our personality.

On the seventh cloud



Winged with the balls of wool hanging in the clear sky,
all alone in the ebullient times...

 
Up Up Up in the air
When I leave the ground to hop
My feet leaves the wet soil
and joins the carnival at the top.

A swing with a wing
Hooked by the golden twinkles
flies through the fliting clouds
where hiding moon smiles and tinkles.

I am feeling the air
tickling the sole of my feet.
O' how happy do I feel
in the world of my dreams.
















With the lil' one who sits inside since always..

This side of a woman was seldom touched by me before where she has a part of her future child always in her just because of the gamut of feminism that she has. With this child who talks to her, shares with her, listens to all her doubts and is actually has just half of her impressions creates a intuitive connection with the other half sitting somewhere in the smoke of future.With this child of which she has the only clue of that unknown intruder, she waits and waits for the man of her life.....



 

My Life

"Key to happiness is to do what you love, with people whom you love"

Well the line seems simple and attractive,cherishing rather. Just remember what you really want to do when you are left with no imposed work and finally when you stand behind to listen to your meek, helpless heart. The heart which is too much manipulative to keep us occupied with the diurnal hangovers and still complains of not being pleased and satisfied. It always has some unfed desires that somehow somewhere remains startled. What to do, how to keep it happy and how to know it is happy?

One method is to have a foresight. Imagine your oldage filled with barrage of mixed memories. You are basking on the only chair you reserved for such precious times in the balcony and retrospecting into the yester years. Will that feeling be full of pride and satisfaction that whatever you did or did not has not contributed to any kind of discontent or guilt. Or something you really wanted to do which you can definitely do today, you couldnt and now you are left with nothing but the fateful designs of brutal meagre time. The ones you wanted to love, the ones with whom you had to share a lot of things, the passion you held and followed, the loose ends that still pinch you hard inside and the glories you collected throughout your age..all will come back as a reflection of a great life you made. Start living your story to give it a perfect ending. Spin a dream, follow it, make it true, embrace the nature, respect the lives of others, feel the good and the bad, do mistakes that do not leave behind an unmangeable repentence, keep your friendship, fall in love, fight everyday to make it the best day and say at the end "I had  had a great life"..And if still something is left behind which always does, stand up and get going...........

A hop

I wish to lie down
Under the sky full of stars
that often look like me
a heart full of scars.

A far fetched dream

to sew the tottered soul

And breathe a lot of sighs in

the chest that bores a hole.

Nebulous seems my life

dodging from a fall

A bliss that is awaited

to make a happy stall.

Waiting is not fair,
when all we can do is do
Collect all stars, make them shine
Make the life full of clues.

No more am I tired,

No more am I blue

What I did and What I will

is where my heart takes me to. 

The swing of gall and gag

that flies from down to the top

takes me through the clouds overhead

where it's always fun to bounce and hop.

Dedicated to  the regular visit of mood swings that take us to a tour to self realisation where we feel happy and sad, low and raised, robbed and filled all at the same time. It is all about how we keep on hopping between the two juxtopposite feelings which in real sense lie at a common conjecture and in no time we revert back to where we really want to. Now the same can be read again(6 stanzas but 3 in a row for being blue and 3 in a row for being blessed).