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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




You are a mirror of mine and I am a mirror of you ..

You have no idea how hard I’ve looked
for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What’s the point of bringing gold to
the gold mine,
or water to the ocean.
Everything I came up with was like
taking spices to the Orient.
It’s no good giving my heart and my
soul because you already have these.
So I’ve brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me.

~ Rumi

You are a mirror of mine and I am a mirror of you.

Breaking the Silence..

A big Hello to everyone who is reading this and for those who will read this long after this time.
Yeah breaking the long awaited silence .. It has been more than three months since I’ve written something specifically for my blog.
Somewhere in between this long period I have written some material but that is just confined to my notebook and since I was too lazy and saturated to type it and write details about it so that still remains unshared.


Days have been pretty much sound and safe since this month and I am actually learning to be more considerate to myself. I am not much purpose oriented so yeah just learning and observing what I need and what suits me..
Sleeping on time ..
Eating on time..
Not skipping meals..
Having a proper breakfast..
Trying a little much to pray on time..
Not letting negative things to sneak over my mind..
And giving sound time to myself ..
This is how I define “Being Considerate to myself’. Small insignificant things but yeah these things help me a lot.

I am not good with dealing myself as well as others. So I am learning to do that these days.
Intentionally or unintentionally I’ve stepped back from complains, arguments and every other person who is fond of complaining.
Life seems pretty much peaceful without complains and arguments.

So yup .. Coming to the point ..
In between all of these things writing and writing stays somewhere at the corner of the puzzled world. I’ve been painting recently but no writing at all. Sometimes I get a feeling that I am at a total loss of words in terms of speaking and writing as well.
No stanzas..
No rhymings..
No matches..
No poems..
And even if I decide to write then it takes hours to just figure out from where should I start.
There are times like these when you look at your previous pieces and then ask yourself … Was it really me?

For me it’s like the same time these days. I am just trying and convincing myself not to let my moods take over myself. Life and dealing things can be pretty difficult for a moody person. But yup I know I’ll get it all fixed soon. 🙂

So yeah when I opened my notebook .. My previous bits and pieces .. I decided to transform right,my amusement over my previous writings into another new writing and thats how it goes.

Pieces of Myself...
Pieces of Myself…

When minds are blank and words don’t speak,
And I think for days deciding to write,

Then I sit for hours so what to write?
Doubts in heart and the mind – not so bright,

The thoughts all jumbled, tangles today,
And the pen shook it’s head in dismay,
APOLOGIES LADY!! The words are not so generous today,

Amused .. As I lingered between the past pages,
The former writings.. a few of my pieces,

Damn! Is this all a part of me?
The part that I feel scared to see,

Are these delusions that stand so tall?

Break the Silence..

I wish for a Sunday

Sunday Blues.

I wish for a Sunday spent carelessly in bed,
All time to myself and no chores on my head,

I wish for a Sunday not spoiled by my books,
I wish for a Sunday with no thoughts and no looks,

I wish all the Sundays with pantaloons and tops,
No guests, no poems, no exceptions and no stops.

I wish all the days to be like the Sundays …

A skill without Recognition

As I lie down..

There was a farmer who had a horse and a goat.

One day, the horse became ill. So he called the veterinarian, who said:

Well, your horse has a virus. He must take this medicine for three days.
I’ll come back on the 3rd day and if he’s not better, we’re going to have to put him down.

Nearby, the goat listened closely to their conversation.

The next day, they gave the horse the medicine and left.

The goat approached the horse and said: “Be strong, my friend.
Get up or else they’re going to put you to sleep!”

On the second day, they again gave the horse the medicine and left.

The goat came back and said: “Come on buddy, get up or else you’re going to die!
Come on, I’ll help you get up. Let’s go! One, two, three…”

On the third day, they came to give the horse the medicine and the vet said:
“Unfortunately, we’re going to have to put him down tomorrow. Otherwise,
the virus might spread and infect the other horses”.

After they left, the goat approached the horse and said:

“Listen pal, it’s now or never!
Get up, come on! Have courage! Come on! Get up! Get up! That’s it, slowly! Great!
Come on, one, two, three… Good, good. Now faster, come on…… Fantastic! Run, run more!
Yes! Yay! Yes! You did it, you’re a champion…!!!”

All of a sudden, the owner came back, saw the horse running in the field and began shouting:
It’s a miracle! My horse is cured. We must have a grand party. Let’s kill the goat!!!!

A new way to go.
A new way to go.

The Lesson:
Nobody truly knows which employee actually deserves the merit of success, or who’s actually contributing the necessary support to make things happen.



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