My dried leaves just breathe to blossom I dance on the tunes of our rhythm When you are with me Time flies, there exists no word called as Boredom I sway on the cradle of freedom When you are with me You just make a still life, Awesome!
It's been a long journey And no rest Countless maples fallen at a breath, The silence of the road With fireflies at sides Disordered thoughts Brimming the river of quests.
A wanderer in the mist Treading on the unmetalled sides, With pebbles and dirt only to guide. Winds screaming loud; out Their zest, And crashing thunders, strike Lightning in her chest.
She halted for a while And looked above With her stretched arms And cramped curves; As a ray of light Weeping out from holes of green blades,packed in bunches spread for a shade.
She packs her heart Even tighter this time A brand new dust ahead her climbs, A long journey served For a better destiny to find And a beauty,one of its kind.
Hello my fellow bloggers,
I hope you’re doing fine, I really missed y’all, and yes also the awesome write ups that you must have shared all this while, have been off beat the world of blogging and reading stuff here. Hoping to be back here slowly now.
Was busy with my chores and daily whines, lot of work was lined up and time just flew like that. Anyway, hoping to be reading out the works of yours. I am sorry if I didn’t like or comment on your posts till now but now I will cherish reading them slowly and also writing a little bit from now on. So hello all, it’s amazing to be back with you all and please take care of yourself and your family.
“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.
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 :
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.
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?
When sunsets down, Her phone rings and she leaves the house for some sessions A routine she’d follow Without fail or procastination.
There wasn’t enough time For him to discuss his Sorrows Or suspicions; Illusive images of infidelity Oh, Pierced his heart with pins and needles of friction. And inarticulated judgements would fill to his thoughts of fiction, Ants in his pants made him restless To follow for investigation.
It was like sighting a misty mountain ahead of him, At the start of his mission Covered with murky notions About the presumptuous destination.
Panting with suffocation,Choked with dilemmas and futuristic decisions. Sometime later, his blurred sight reaches closer to a Clear destination. Veil was put off to see that mountain fogged was his sombered assumptions. an Illusion was struck hard with reality As his Oh! dear wife was seen voluntarily servingneedfulpatients.
Some people put their lives on risks even when they know the risk is too high of losing their own relationship s(cause sometimes they go against their family’s assent) to save others or give service to them. Salute to these warriors and their family members who sacrifice equally when they see their loved ones going extra mile for humanity.
Hundred, 100! When prefixed with percent, closure of the Doubts. When it’s a century, differentiates generations. With A Score, makes one a headliner. When it’s A Number, digits marking an achievement. 100 is told us to be Associated with a prodigy. So frequently used, Memories it makes! And so a 100 followers, mark a moment of gratitude. Gratitude for having you here, Gratitude for liking what I share, Gratitude for forgiving me with your smile😊, Gratitude for connecting from miles, Gratitude for bearing me for a while🙈.
And, Gratitude for believing in words, Gratitude for keeping in your hearts❤️; Gratitude for being my part, Gratitude for making it worth;
Immensly, truly and whole heartedly.
I am beholden by the love of you. You all are so special to me. And this moment is making me feel humbled and obliged because of your admiration to my work, crossed the mark of 50 posts, and a 100 followers! Isn’t this a moment to be grateful of?
I, with my whole heart thank you for reading my work, sharing your precious content with me. Your suggestions, your comments make it worth to be here. More to go and more to come. Happy loving, happy Sharing and Caring. Lots of Regards.
हवाओं को वश में करना आसान नहीं होता l 135 करोड़ को घर में ठहराना आसान नहीं होता। बवंडर के बीच नौका पर सवार होकर उसे चला पाना आसान नहीं होता। बस्तियों को तूफान से बचा पाना आसान नहीं होता। घुट रही सांसों को नया जीवन दिला पाना आसान नहीं होता। अपने प्रिय से बिछड़ जाना आसान नहीं होता।
सूरज की तरह सबको चमकाना आसान नहीं होता । हर बगीचे की कलियों को फूल बना पाना आसान नहीं होता। अपने अतीत को बदल पाना आसान नहीं होता। हर किरदार को निभा पाना आसान नहीं होता। कल को आज बना पाना भी आसान नहीं होता।
वैसे तोह सब कुछ समझ आजना यह आसान नहीं होता। पर इतना समझ लो कि “देश को अकेले चला पाना, यह तोह बिल्कुल आसान नहीं होता”।
I am so grateful to everything around me, each one of you who has kept me safe till now, the air around me, my flowers, people who have directly or indirectly come in my zone of influence very single entity who has been supporting each other to fight and survive, I am truly blessed to have them.
Our government is running tirelessly to provide best support to us, and now started to UNLOCK the country in phases. We ought to give them support so that they can work efficiently, let’s realise that everything is for us. The rules, the restrictions, The exemptions, everything is for you and me . So let’s join them to best coordinate,
cause its not so easy to do everything Alone.
Happy UnLock1.0. Keep healthy. Stay positive and safe. Keep loving!
When life seems a white paper So Take a brush and paint it With some bright of Reds’, mild of pastels’, dark of blacks’ and haze of Greys’.
When life seems an empty plate So take a knife And peel the skins away Platter it with sweet of sugars’, Sour of lemons’, spice of chillies’, sprinkles of salts’.
When life seems a sky with clouds Lifeless scenery of woods standing out So take a pin, And bursts them loud, Turn on the music of rains And dance with waters falling on window panes.
When life seems with wear and tear complains Call the experts, Grease it, sweat it and renew it to make it work out.
And still if it seems like an empty glass Open the cap of the bottle Pour it in With ice cubes or water Take a Cheers, Smile!
Tomorrow you will feel it full.
Inspired by one of my friend who reminded me in a conversation that Life is beautiful and alot is there to explore. Colours of life are only adding beauty to it. The blacks and Grey’s they are impactful. They are necessary.
The sour and bitters are needed to enjoy the flavours because they open up the taste buds of life.
The dark clouds are necessary to enjoy the dance of tears and sorrows on our cheeks. And the wears and tears are part and parcel of life. They force to keep maintaining ourselves.
And lastly, if everything is wailing and there is only shadow that you see, Open your bottle of joy, emotions and drink with cool ice to Let it flow! Let it go! Or Let it be! Take a chill pill, take a deep breath. Smile. Life is Gorgeous.
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.
“Numb, broken into pieces Left in the cold, relinquished. A Cologne with footsteps advanced and held her up, With a Warm Hug, she came; To fix the shatters.”
No one can replace the place of a woman who supports another woman in need. Certainly, she comes to her full potential when she gets support from her men in life be it her father, brother, husband or friend but most importantly she needs support of another divine woman too. And this remains a silent key.
Hello All, today I am sharing few lines about my Birthplace Amroha a city of the Uttar Pradesh state in India. It is located north-west of Moradabad. These lines are not enough to describe the heart and soul of it but still would like to share them on the occasion of Eid as this festival is brightly celebrated here.
City That defines me, My worth of a few smiles, Marks a million to me, I cherish and rely. The winds never changed, Circulated and stayed, The sands and walls that engrained. Oh! They’re attached With the eyes of blind love The heart and soul of a dove.
City that celebrates moments and memories, Eids, Diwali, Christmas, or baisakhis.
Where varieties of mangoes that are found, I buy outside but miss the sweetness profound. My city I was born with Candy’s so raw Like the tingly taste of sourness poured. My city where the best variety of biryani’s served, Appetizing with spices and flavours savoured. My city of charming scents of spells They say who pray here never goes to hell My city, my roots Strongly so blend, the streets, the honks, The vendors and friends My city is whispers of love, emotions I believe It is where I woke up to the world and is where I’d fall asleep.