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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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What the Mirrors can never tell me?

Today as I started thinking about the question asked by Daily Prompt: Mirror, Mirror , I just smirked as I had nothing to say.

17344Firstly, I guess this question should not be asked from a girl. I mean normally what girls would see in the mirror??

Omg .. Another new pimple, my nose is so pointed, O my! I look so chubby, My hair look like wild bushes blah blah stuff.

Okay! Apart from all of these things I believe that one can never relate because you never truly know who you can be and what are you actually capable of. Once you’ve made your opinion about yourself, Life just sits back smiling sarcastically and knocks you down on your knees, then asks “What do you think now?”  The opinion that I made about myself stated that I couldn’t get up after that knock down but then I discover the coping and adapting ability within myself and finally I end up standing upright as if nothing has happened. Life gives you ample time and opportunities to explore yourself but there never comes a time when you can claim that ” You completely know yourself”.

The Mirror gives me a static image whereas on the inside I can only feel humble and jumble emotions, It’s just a total mess inside. I can’t relate, I can’t decide, I can’t debate and I can’t realize. A few months ago I was thinking about all of these things as I imagined how my life and I would be without this rush of emotions and I came up with this poem. All of my friends loved it so here it goes.

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What would i be without my memories and wishes??

A rotten leaf , A discrete grief ,

A distant shadow , A provoked relief,

An empty soul , A deficient being ,

A comtist mind , Never truly gleeing ,

Yes ,my heart ; nor ruffed , nor agitated,

But my deeds ; never worked upon , never enumerated.

O’ me! This won’t be me.

So what would i be without my memories and wishes ??


A little girl that wanders throughout the day,

A young boy that died on his way,

A filthy specie , with agonistic satisfaction,

The indifference and the hearts fractionated,

The issues over thought and the dreams masticated,

The loose temper and the light within,

The drastic loss , the dear ones segregated,

The changing people and the burden of blames,

Old friends ; separate paths and different aims.


O’ me!

Forgetting all these traces won’t make me Me

So what would i be without my memories and wishes ???


A rusty shell ; undesirable , hence thrown,

An unnamed story , whose possessor not known,

A thorny path ; never known , never wanted,

A bunch of emotions ; never blessed , never granted.


O’ me!

This won’t be me.

So what would i be without my memories and emotions???


Yes .. I won’t be  “ME”  without my memories and emotions….

I would have never let you cry

This poem was written by me, a few months ago. For my friends and everybody I love.

If i were, to make your eyes again,
I would have never let you cry…

Yes, i know the differences,
I may not know the pain you deny,
I may not seem the right person to confide,
But i do procure my reasons to deride ..
But. 

if i were to make your eyes again,
I would have never let you cry,
Yes, the world is narcissistic,
You may not find the one to rely,
Yes, the crowd is barbaric,
You may not pertain,your rights may die,
But He has blessed us with blue velvet,
So that we can aim as high,

Oh! If i were, to make your eyes again,
I would have never let you cry,
I would tell the tears not to fall,
For they are idle and worthy to me,
Would order your eyes ,not to let them crawl,
For they always seem abhorrent to me,
Would demand your heart to unleash the bonds of glome,
For you are very near & dear to me.

Alas! If i were to make your eyes again,
I would have never let you cry.

Nothing be … but a good listener

“Nothing be, but a good listener”

“A good listener is always a silent flatterer”

  “A good listener does not mean that he has nothing to say,a good listener is a good talker with a sore throat”

“Great leaders are always good listeners”

Apart from all of these things they are various pros and cons of being a listener.

  • PROS:

People may think of you as:

• patient

• understanding

• trustworthy and innocent

• may be sympathetic

• and your words are valued

             It is an important factor in any relationship any friendship.It brings a certain level of comfort whenever the thing is about sharing your problems and personal issues.Obviously nobody would like to highlight his personal issues in front of a person who doesn’t even give him a chance to talk or to explain.I have always experienced this lackness when sharing my issues.

  • CONS:

On the other hand,there is an opposite side to it as well.

People might not understand you completely as you are not loud like others.

When it comes to social behaviors , people may think of you as deaf or dumb and may try to trespass you.

When it comes to normal relations, In any misunderstanding it is quite difficult for a listener to clarify himself as compared to a loud person.