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Humans are never strong forever

Passing through many rough patches in the last entire year, blogging has been more like a distant dream to me. So today may be you can call it a warm up post or a mere trial. There have been days and days (currently the third consecutive day and many more uncountable ones) when I just opened the blog deciding to write something but ended up just scrolling through a few poems and blogs in the readers column. So today I thought may be just start over and complete at least a single previous draft.

I have been working on myself for a couple of months; my own well-being both physical as well as emotional. A few decisions, a few efforts and more focused results. I have come to realize that being strong is not about just claims. In all the turmoils that I’ve been through I have found myself as an extremely feeble and fickle-minded person. Then another perspective comes that may be the ‘strong image’, ‘the stable mind’ and the decisiveness that I associate with myself were pure deceptions maintained within my mind. Well, this isn’t the case I believe as these traits of mine were admired by others firstly when I never even knew about them at the very first place. I’ve been hearing things like ‘you are a very patient, strong individual’ and many more things regarding my mental abilities and resilience. I am glad to pen it down here that I’ve found all of these claims entirely false.

I used be extremely proud (within myself) of the fact that I bare a strong mental charisma. But well, all in vain. With immense immense gratitude, I believe that in search of attributes of mental strength what I was running behind was a mere ‘cold stone’. We as humans can never be mere vessels, hollow and empty; devoid of emotions. We can never be stones; unmoved, unharmed and unaffected by all extremities. Probably I forgot that when the earth shakes, even the toughest stones and mountains break. So yeah, the earth shook and I was the weakest stone thus, i was crushed into a million pieces. I am glad it happened. I am glad i got the much needed reality check.

I am not a vessel, for I bear feelings; love, hate, rage, lust, affection, deception, anger, jealousy and all buried inside. I am humbled and grateful that I am not what I thought of myself instead I am what He made me. I am smiling while writing this because I have silently cried many nights. I am standing here because I have been broken times again and again. I try to be humble and down because I have been shook by fate and my mistakes. I surrender to His mercy today because I have fought with him many many times. I believe in my worth today because I have spent ages and ages doubting myself. I have uplifted my morale for it has been degraded way too often. I see light in the day because i have experienced dark in the finest of lights. I am grateful (utterly grateful) today because I have been thankless all my life.

The first draft post 3 months ago
After six amendments here today.

Well, in the flow of words I have totally forsaken the draft which I was supposed to be completing and posting today. The draft was initially just two sentences written over a period of good three months. So this poor soul has been edited and postponed approximately six times and yet completed in a totally off post 😀 (A cruel writer I had been I know).

 

Right now, after three months and six revisions I am still blindfolded by the topic and the thought behind the draft. Sitting with my laptop right in front and my mug of tea residing on it I think of completing another post with the same thought and proceeding forward the draft idea. This is what I love about being here where I am; the comfort, the gratitude, the ability to write and lastly off-course, my mug of tea.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Tour Guide

Another vow.

 

Until the next time stay blessed. And lastly, here are the two poor lines (their answers are yet to be discovered. Yeah I am a lazy person and I know it 🙂 ).

How many times have I got overwhelmed by the pace of events going on with every passing day?
No counts and numbers girl

And how many times the frustration had been because of the monotony that life has to offer at times?
Can’t count again

 

 

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I Fear the time when You will not be You…

Being humans we always have the fear of rejection when things don’t favour us and when conditions and loved ones turn out to be how we want them to, we are overwhelmed with the fear of loosing someone.

The things and decisions in life that mean alot to us are always accompanied by utmost uncertainty. I had all those things in mind when I wrote this piece of poetry.SavedPicture-201413115758.jpg

I don’t wanna be addicted to you,
To go through the same that I’ve been through,

I don’t wanna hear the way you speak,
Deep down my heart as your words sneak,
I don’t wanna be the one to go through,
Your echoes in my soul, when you are not you.

I don’t wanna see the way you look,
Your heeds, needs and the steps you took,
As I don’t wanna be the one to know,
How your eyes change, when you are not you.

I don’t wanna see your soft heart inside,
How it flatters, forcing me to confide,
I don’t wanna sense the affection in you,
As i don’t wanna long, when you are not you.

I admit the fact that people change,
With the wrath of time and growing age,
But I don’t wanna be addicted to you,
For I fear the time when  “YOU WILL NOT BE YOU.”

HONESTY v/s WISDOM

This is in response to the Daily Prompt:Truth or Dare.

Being kids we were always told to be honest,to speak truth no matter whatever the situation is. I always saw this written on the soft boards,charts and walls of my old school.

“Honesty is the best policy”

But is it really true in this race of life where everybody is dragging their butts forward and forward??

In my opinion

Being honest with the right person at the right moment is the best policy”.

Being wise is more important than being honest.

Would you appreciate any honest and loud person like this?????

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Not just about a BURNT TOAST

Story:

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to cook food and every now & then I remember she used to cook for us. One night in particular when she had made dinner after a long hard day at work, Mom placed a plate of bread jam and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I was waiting to see if anyone noticed the burnt toast. But Dad just ate his toast and asked me how was my day at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember I heard Mom apologizing to dad for burning the toast. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned toast.” Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she was really tired. And besides, A burnt toast never hurts anyone but harsh words do!” You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else.

What I’ve learned over the years, is that learning to accept each others faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don’t.

thats the difference

I heard it somewhere
” The more i live, the more i learn”

Many people have lived here for decades but still wisdom is not a matter of age.It is just a matter of experience and observation.

So i say:
” The more i observe, the more i learn “.

I wish i could also act practically like this guy.

if only i could see … the way they do

If only i could see the way they do,if only i could know from what they are going through,if only i could understand how they are,if only i could breath the way they do,if only i could know their inside,if i could feel their pain,if only i could stand for once in their shoes,if only i could see their tears,if i could notice their restlessness,if i could have observed the darkness in themselves,if only i could see the wishes in their eyes,if only i could bear the same fortune,if only i could have the same emptiness,if only i could know what the solutions are,if i could know that where this fate is gonna take me,if only i realized how every single word hurts,how every morn and tear crushes you from inside,if only i could know for once how i can make difference,if i could hear the silent cries,if i could learn to be the helping hand,if only i could be grateful for what i have,if only i could realize that what i have will not be mine forever,if only i could remind myself again that one day i have to leave this world,if only i could remember that nothing will stay with me except my deeds,if only i could emphasize on every single person,every single word and its drawbacks.

If only once i could be afraid the way they are…

 

Then i would have never treated them differently,never made fun of them,never thought about myself being superior,and never trespassed them.