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poetry

Reversing Gravity.

“Sometimes you just don’t want to see the reflection of yours through words or mirrors.
Sometimes light just don’t show up cause, its in the dark that you are waiting for the clouds to clear.
Sometimes its just the boredom you feel out of freedom.
Sometimes your clock is ticking ticking but mind is stuck at a station.
Sometimes when you feel helpless within,
In urge to just help yourself out.
It’s when you are willing to cry out but only walls revert you a hopeless shout.
For those times, when everything is upside down, try a Headstand, Please.
Reverse the effect of gravity in your body.”

It’s okay, to be in a posture which is opposite to the world around you.
Feel the blood flowing in you. This is your Life. Live it for all the times. And realise that until the tick of your beat is gone, everything can become just Right. For a new ‘second’ to come, this one has to pass, so This time too shall pass.

Pictorial illustration of a headstand, yogic Asana
IC: Yoga Journal
IC: Pinterest

You may refer to the video link to see how Shiras Asana (headstand) is done.

I have written couple of poetries regarding support that one might need dealing a troubled mental situation he/she is into and the urge to delete this stigma attached with sharing issues of mental health with someone. You can check out the links here :

I Said, You Heard

Scent of Her

Cheers

Am not a psychologist or a psychiatrist, I don’t mean to prescribe you the steps that will work on your body or mind, I only am sharing what sometimes work for me when I am in the state of Anxiety, Depressions or any issue. It’s okay to have them, you know you just can’t deal and solve everything in your life at a particular moment. But one day you will. And that remains essential to tell oneself. You just don’t have to live up to anyone’s expectations when you are not able to. Again I would say, Everything can just become normal, give a doctor to your self, give yourself to people who love you. You are not wrong if you feel so about your condition. Don’t think it’s The End. Your Life is too precious, if not for you but your loved ones. And please Don’t think you don’t have any. You do have. Ofcourse it’s your Life you decide what to do with that, but please Live to do it. And,

Someday Ears will be there to hear you,

someday, mind will Change it’s station,

someday freedom will release the pain,

someday you will wake up in light.

And that day, you will see your confidence luminate on your face, the victory of this Underdog will reflect and shine bright in the world.

Eugi’s weekly prompt

Rip Sushant Singh Rajput, an Indian actor who was assumed to be in depression. You were a Man with Intelligence, a charming personality and a brilliant Actor. You are alive in our memories. May your soul rest in peace.

Do share anything that you wish to, I can be the ears to your cry. Also, I request you to share your views about dealing with anxiety or depression. What works for you?

Thanks for reading.

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#haiku

‘A Sanguinary’. Haiku#2

Tintless Humaness,

Taken Cadaverous Hues.

Empathy breathed; last!”

Reading the headlines of Newspapers these days are wrenching my heart out. From a colour based death to innocent animals put in danger, the world if followed this path, shall turn into a Sanguinary soon.

Time to be Cautious, Time to save Humanity from getting murdered.

For more details Read: Pregnant wild elephant dies in Kerala after cracker filled pineapple explodes in her mouth

haiku challenge by Frankjtassone: Justice

For more of Frank’s check out https://frankjtassone.com/

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poetry

I Said, You Heard!

When I said,
You heard.
But only
Silence muttered.

To me,
Your words
were like the
Lull of falling waters,
But this dead air
has become
a colossal storm
Of thoughts
whirling inside,
An endless surge,
hankering to hear.

Again When I said,
You heard,
But your sealed lips,
moved away with No words
I plead,
to now, let this voice
Be heard
And let it so loud,
That the thunders prevail
And rains of tears
fall from eyes
Of the monsters,
who mirthed.
Remember,
Your dearth of voice
Will fervour their ruth
But your roaring sound,
shall stab them through.

Now for once
Forgive yourself for
The plight you’re hurt.
Oh dear!
when I said this
I wish to hear from
your chords,
cause,
Years have passed.
Now,
I beg you to Converse.

There are a lot of people who don’t speak out against the atrocities they are going through. There can be many Reasons with which they convince themselves for not speaking out, but that only kill them inside and make the cruel more powerful. So I really hope that the one who is going through cruelties or have been through any tragic incident or attack should not confine it to oneself. It’s not meant to be that way, Let it out and give your self chance to forgive and forget what happened. Don’t die trying to delete it inside you, dare to discuss with any person you’re comfortable with. Focus on mental health. May be if you speak, another one is saved from sealing his/her lips.

Thanks for reading.

Inspired by VJ’s Weekly Challenge #98 – No words,

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poetry

Olive Greens!

Something on behalf of the martyrs’ wives who lost their beloved in the kashmir’s Handwara terroist attack .

Take me somewhere Oh Olive greens
Where I can feel the droplets of rains on you..
Take me somewhere Oh darling love,
Where I can again open the door for you..
Take me somewhere Oh you dear,
Where I shower the love and nights stare..
Take me somewhere, my partner at dark
Where I glow and we shine together as stars..”

© 2020 Khwabo ka Sapna

Rip all the officers, who valiantly fought and gave their lives for us citizens

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kavita(hindi) poetry

Parichay

#quarantinetimes

Aaj fir waqt sath hai,
Aur Apne bhi paas hain
Par iski kya khas baat hai?
Ki, man aaj yun udaas hai?

Uski Jo ek hi aas hai,
Ki us har insaan k paas, ek chain ki saans ha,
Jiski bebas se halaat me,
Uska saahas, vartman ki pyas ha..

Par Haan, ek aisi bhi raat hai,
Aur Apne bhi paas hain,
Unke hasne ki hasi
In kaano Ka raas hai.

Aur aisi bhi baat hai ki baato Ka aabhaav hai..par prashno Ka bahaav hai..

Kaisa prakarti Ka swabhaav hai
Ki khwabo k daud me
aur kaamane k daur mein
Bhaagte logo ko Diya ek tehraav hai..

Par…
In sabhi palo ki
Pehli yeh pehchaan hai
Ki aaj arso baad
Manushye manushyata k paas hai
Aasman zameen key..
Aur toh aur, aaj
Pehli baar, vo aparichit chalrahi saansein is jaan ki,
Jaan kar hi bas paas hai…
Sapna Arora

© 2020 Khwabo ka Sapna