Watering an Artificial Plant
Part 1/3
She went into the kitchen prepared with a broom in her hand, stern face and knowing what kind of mess was lying in there for her. A moment ago she had heard a loud smashing noise of a cricket ball hitting her kitchen window. The ball had hurled itself into the pickle jar and had rolled away under the fridge, leaving a trail of chilly red oil for her to find and scrub. She collected all glass pieces in the dust pan and dumped them in the dust bin when the electric bell on her door screeched, breaking the otherwise silent mood of her home. She ignored and kept cleaning the floor, now wiping with a wet cloth. The bell again screeched after 15 minutes, by which she had finished cleaning the room and cleaned the oily ball as well. The eyehole on the door could not catch the young chap standing beneath its height. As she opened the door, the small kid of 12-14 years of age started begging her to give their ball and pleaded to forgive them. She instantly caught his left ear and squeezed it pulling it hard and scolded, “and then who will refund me for the broken window pane and all pickle that’s lost?” She was furious and he kept pleading, “sorry sorry aunty… it won’t happen again…. We will be careful next time onwards. Please give our ball back.” She knew these rascals would never change and left his ear and threw the ball outside. “Rascals! Don’t you dare play again over here.” The kid ran downstairs with the ball and in a moment she could hear cheers and joyous sounds erupting from the road of all other children.
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Part 1/3
She went into the kitchen prepared with a broom in her hand, stern face and knowing what kind of mess was lying in there for her. A moment ago she had heard a loud smashing noise of a cricket ball hitting her kitchen window. The ball had hurled itself into the pickle jar and had rolled away under the fridge, leaving a trail of chilly red oil for her to find and scrub. She collected all glass pieces in the dust pan and dumped them in the dust bin when the electric bell on her door screeched, breaking the otherwise silent mood of her home. She ignored and kept cleaning the floor, now wiping with a wet cloth. The bell again screeched after 15 minutes, by which she had finished cleaning the room and cleaned the oily ball as well. The eyehole on the door could not catch the young chap standing beneath its height. As she opened the door, the small kid of 12-14 years of age started begging her to give their ball and pleaded to forgive them. She instantly caught his left ear and squeezed it pulling it hard and scolded, “and then who will refund me for the broken window pane and all pickle that’s lost?” She was furious and he kept pleading, “sorry sorry aunty… it won’t happen again…. We will be careful next time onwards. Please give our ball back.” She knew these rascals would never change and left his ear and threw the ball outside. “Rascals! Don’t you dare play again over here.” The kid ran downstairs with the ball and in a moment she could hear cheers and joyous sounds erupting from the road of all other children.
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Watering an Artificial Plant
Part 2/3
This was the first time when Raghu came in contact with Rubina aunty. Over the years she would constantly be in touch with him. Gradually, the furious stare she kept giving him while crossing the roads became kind and full of care. She came to know about his family that included a drunkard father who worked for construction of buildings, a mother who did household chores in neighbourhood and two more siblings younger than him. Rubina would see Raghu fighting around the street, roaming around meaninglessly and catch him by his ears; scolding and giving him life lessons. His short temper would land him in numerous troubles and she, along with his mother, would coax him several times to stay calm and give up his rowdy regime. His mother hoped that he would grow up and get a decent paying salary which would solve all their family problems. Rubina was moved when they were left bereft upon his father’s death in an accident at the site when the newly erected wall collapsed. The compensation paid to them lasted for few months and then Raghu had to stop his school to start earning bread for his family. His mother’s health kept deteriorating from multiple works and the worries of feeding three children. While Raghu started looking for money making opportunities, Rubina helped him and arranged for him to work in a restaurant, whose owner Batliwala was a family friend of Rubina. Raghu would deliver food in the locality on the cycle provided by the restaurant. He would at times come and visit her and Rubina would kindly fetch some sweets and confectionaries to carry for his siblings and mother. Rubina's husband died within two years of their marriage. She was left alone, but with a good fortune that came from his family. She stayed in a 2BHK apartment in South Bombay and worked as freelance translator of Mandarin; as a hobby to keep herself engaged and continue earning. Her lonely life found some meaning and she looked forward to meet Raghu and made it a point to visit his mother once a month at least. Raghu’s mother took to home as laborious works were beyond her health and kept supporting by ironing clothes. Rubina kept encouraging Raghu to enroll in a night school. She felt that he could still do it and be a good gentleman leading to a respectable life. He followed her advice and took up books again. Though the life was hectic for him, he worked in day hours and in late evening went to school after missing many classes that started quite early. Batliwala would allow him to skip night deliveries to facilitate his education.
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Part 2/3
This was the first time when Raghu came in contact with Rubina aunty. Over the years she would constantly be in touch with him. Gradually, the furious stare she kept giving him while crossing the roads became kind and full of care. She came to know about his family that included a drunkard father who worked for construction of buildings, a mother who did household chores in neighbourhood and two more siblings younger than him. Rubina would see Raghu fighting around the street, roaming around meaninglessly and catch him by his ears; scolding and giving him life lessons. His short temper would land him in numerous troubles and she, along with his mother, would coax him several times to stay calm and give up his rowdy regime. His mother hoped that he would grow up and get a decent paying salary which would solve all their family problems. Rubina was moved when they were left bereft upon his father’s death in an accident at the site when the newly erected wall collapsed. The compensation paid to them lasted for few months and then Raghu had to stop his school to start earning bread for his family. His mother’s health kept deteriorating from multiple works and the worries of feeding three children. While Raghu started looking for money making opportunities, Rubina helped him and arranged for him to work in a restaurant, whose owner Batliwala was a family friend of Rubina. Raghu would deliver food in the locality on the cycle provided by the restaurant. He would at times come and visit her and Rubina would kindly fetch some sweets and confectionaries to carry for his siblings and mother. Rubina's husband died within two years of their marriage. She was left alone, but with a good fortune that came from his family. She stayed in a 2BHK apartment in South Bombay and worked as freelance translator of Mandarin; as a hobby to keep herself engaged and continue earning. Her lonely life found some meaning and she looked forward to meet Raghu and made it a point to visit his mother once a month at least. Raghu’s mother took to home as laborious works were beyond her health and kept supporting by ironing clothes. Rubina kept encouraging Raghu to enroll in a night school. She felt that he could still do it and be a good gentleman leading to a respectable life. He followed her advice and took up books again. Though the life was hectic for him, he worked in day hours and in late evening went to school after missing many classes that started quite early. Batliwala would allow him to skip night deliveries to facilitate his education.
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Watering an Artificial Plant
Part 3/3
One night when Raghu was returning home, he heard a brawl of drunkards in the locality. His childhood friends all gathered to see the fun and pulled him along. After seeing the mess they were creating, Raghu tried to stop them and move them apart. However, both the men together started hurling fists and kicks on Raghu. One of them who lived in the back ally and knew Raghu, spat on him, “You swine! Your father was also a drunkard like us…. How dare you interfere in our matters.. huh?”. Raghu got furious, his eyes started reddening and hands started shivering in rage. He picked himself up and got hold of that man and ruthlessly began to hit him. While the man’s face bled, Raghu’s eyes continued to grow red. He picked up a wooden log from the roadside and continued to hammer the poor man’s head breaking his skull and a bulging bloody mass lumped out. The man fell down in the corner and remained the subject of Raghu’s anger and smashes for long time. Unaware and unconscious of his actions, Raghu didn’t even realize when the man stopped moving and lost life. People that had gathered around started dispersing when they realized that the street brawl had now turned into a murder. Some friends of Raghu came and strongly held him back, dragged him out of the street and took him home.
Rubina sat helpless and motionless on the dining table chair when advocate Nambiar finished his talking. The silence he left was immediately filled by sobs of Raghu’s mother that increased to wails. Rubina rested her head on her hands that were supported from the table. Nambiar tried to console the old mother and helped her get up from the chair. The neighbours had gathered in the passage hearing Raghu’s mother who was now being escorted out by Nambiar. Rubina’s eyes rolled out tears and her memories went back to the first day when she had met Raghu more than a decade ago. She had been involved in Raghu’s life since then, trying to shape it and give him a better future. Today, after a very long fight in the court, they had lost the case and Raghu was sentenced to 14 years of imprisonment. She looked outside her balcony, where she would usually see him on the streets. Her water sprinkler rested there near the crotons she had planted a month ago. All her efforts had been in vain when he lost his self-control that night and she felt as if she had been watering an artificial plant all along.
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Part 3/3
One night when Raghu was returning home, he heard a brawl of drunkards in the locality. His childhood friends all gathered to see the fun and pulled him along. After seeing the mess they were creating, Raghu tried to stop them and move them apart. However, both the men together started hurling fists and kicks on Raghu. One of them who lived in the back ally and knew Raghu, spat on him, “You swine! Your father was also a drunkard like us…. How dare you interfere in our matters.. huh?”. Raghu got furious, his eyes started reddening and hands started shivering in rage. He picked himself up and got hold of that man and ruthlessly began to hit him. While the man’s face bled, Raghu’s eyes continued to grow red. He picked up a wooden log from the roadside and continued to hammer the poor man’s head breaking his skull and a bulging bloody mass lumped out. The man fell down in the corner and remained the subject of Raghu’s anger and smashes for long time. Unaware and unconscious of his actions, Raghu didn’t even realize when the man stopped moving and lost life. People that had gathered around started dispersing when they realized that the street brawl had now turned into a murder. Some friends of Raghu came and strongly held him back, dragged him out of the street and took him home.
Rubina sat helpless and motionless on the dining table chair when advocate Nambiar finished his talking. The silence he left was immediately filled by sobs of Raghu’s mother that increased to wails. Rubina rested her head on her hands that were supported from the table. Nambiar tried to console the old mother and helped her get up from the chair. The neighbours had gathered in the passage hearing Raghu’s mother who was now being escorted out by Nambiar. Rubina’s eyes rolled out tears and her memories went back to the first day when she had met Raghu more than a decade ago. She had been involved in Raghu’s life since then, trying to shape it and give him a better future. Today, after a very long fight in the court, they had lost the case and Raghu was sentenced to 14 years of imprisonment. She looked outside her balcony, where she would usually see him on the streets. Her water sprinkler rested there near the crotons she had planted a month ago. All her efforts had been in vain when he lost his self-control that night and she felt as if she had been watering an artificial plant all along.
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Walking down the hallway
at my School,
I see a door.
"NO ENTRY", it reads.
I hear some voices
from the inside.
It's two people talking,
ignoring, I continue walking.
"Listen", came a loud yell.
I look behind,
"This stays between us",
I hear her tell.
They're diagonally opposite,
fast, I move,
out of their sight.
I start walking,
towards my class.
Toilet breaks,
never longlast.
As I sit down,
quietly on my bench,
a peon comes in,
asking for my bag.
I've done nothing wrong,
crying, I run down along.
The peon enters
into the principal's cabin.
I see my parents there,
very worried, they seem.
I stand and stare at them.
The Principal takes her mic,
"Miss Vyna has to leave
with her parents, tonight".
The announcement was made,
my feelings, nobody cared.
We all go outside,
I stand there, while,
my dad gets the car.
Mom puts my bag in,
dad gets out,
the peon gives him
a big pack, I see from the far.
Dad, what's that? I give a shout.
I push myself,
between all people,
to see what's the fuss about.
I see myself,
wrapped in that big pack.
My parents start crying,
as I hear someone say,
"She slipped in the toilet
and passed away".
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at my School,
I see a door.
"NO ENTRY", it reads.
I hear some voices
from the inside.
It's two people talking,
ignoring, I continue walking.
"Listen", came a loud yell.
I look behind,
"This stays between us",
I hear her tell.
They're diagonally opposite,
fast, I move,
out of their sight.
I start walking,
towards my class.
Toilet breaks,
never longlast.
As I sit down,
quietly on my bench,
a peon comes in,
asking for my bag.
I've done nothing wrong,
crying, I run down along.
The peon enters
into the principal's cabin.
I see my parents there,
very worried, they seem.
I stand and stare at them.
The Principal takes her mic,
"Miss Vyna has to leave
with her parents, tonight".
The announcement was made,
my feelings, nobody cared.
We all go outside,
I stand there, while,
my dad gets the car.
Mom puts my bag in,
dad gets out,
the peon gives him
a big pack, I see from the far.
Dad, what's that? I give a shout.
I push myself,
between all people,
to see what's the fuss about.
I see myself,
wrapped in that big pack.
My parents start crying,
as I hear someone say,
"She slipped in the toilet
and passed away".
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I love the sky
It's so strangely beautiful
So smoothly painful
So wildly fascinating
And so magically bewildering.
I wish I could touch the sky
Where heaven, it beholds
That I ain't supposed to go
I wish I could feel the sky
The way it makes me feel
Numbly peaceful
The beautiful white cotton candies floating
In the deep blue infinite sky.
I love the sky
And everything
It has to offer. 💙
—Priyanshi©
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It's so strangely beautiful
So smoothly painful
So wildly fascinating
And so magically bewildering.
I wish I could touch the sky
Where heaven, it beholds
That I ain't supposed to go
I wish I could feel the sky
The way it makes me feel
Numbly peaceful
The beautiful white cotton candies floating
In the deep blue infinite sky.
I love the sky
And everything
It has to offer. 💙
—Priyanshi©
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#review I'm not supposed to do what I want, I'm not supposed to feel what I have, I'm the only a project of your unfinished desire, living a life inside you for my love I acquired for you.
The Space Between Us
Nights like this, I wonder where it all went wrong, does our heart decide to stop loving or we tell our hearts not to?
There are times when all I want to do is talk about us, our present and future. Times when I want to hold you so close like it’s the last time I’ll hold you and whisper to your sweet soft ears what you mean to me.
But I’ve mastered the art of telling my heart not to love and I know how to convince myself to hold back not knowing that just a sincere action of giving and receiving love could deeply enrich my soul.
Isn’t it better to Love than to act in such a way that shows my hearts doesn’t care?
What does it take to love I ask?
To be committed and vulnerable
To be patient and kind
To be forgiving and understanding
To not take each other for granted
I won’t try to tell myself I am happy without you because I know deep down, there’s this burning feeling that’s stuck in my heart, it feels really heavy and the only antidote is to reconnect and open my heart once more to you.
Maybe there’s a meaning in silence but let it not be based on hurt and pain so whatever meaning you chose to give to what silence means to you , let it be based on LOVE.
I CHOOSE LOVE AND LET IT BEGIN WITH ME
Maji_Orisa
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Nights like this, I wonder where it all went wrong, does our heart decide to stop loving or we tell our hearts not to?
There are times when all I want to do is talk about us, our present and future. Times when I want to hold you so close like it’s the last time I’ll hold you and whisper to your sweet soft ears what you mean to me.
But I’ve mastered the art of telling my heart not to love and I know how to convince myself to hold back not knowing that just a sincere action of giving and receiving love could deeply enrich my soul.
Isn’t it better to Love than to act in such a way that shows my hearts doesn’t care?
What does it take to love I ask?
To be committed and vulnerable
To be patient and kind
To be forgiving and understanding
To not take each other for granted
I won’t try to tell myself I am happy without you because I know deep down, there’s this burning feeling that’s stuck in my heart, it feels really heavy and the only antidote is to reconnect and open my heart once more to you.
Maybe there’s a meaning in silence but let it not be based on hurt and pain so whatever meaning you chose to give to what silence means to you , let it be based on LOVE.
I CHOOSE LOVE AND LET IT BEGIN WITH ME
Maji_Orisa
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Goodbye
A twelve year old
And the sands of time,
Unknown to each other
Keeping in their line.
Then a lightening strike
taking another life,
Against the twelve year old
Came the truth of life.
The soul rose from the body;
the twelve year old watched.
No sense of anticipation
or understanding awashed.
On the tiny clueless soul
grabbing the lunch in hand,
Waiting for him to open his mouth
he needs to eat, you understand?
The crowd is gathering fast
it's suffocating for the child.
Everyone is chattering loud,
can someone look after the child?
The mother comes running
shaking the child's soul
'Tell him to wake up' she says
'he listens to you my doll'.
'I fasted for him today,
tell him to wake up and see'
I wish I could do that mother,
I wish I knew what I've seen.
It must've been a lightening strike,
I saw him rise off the bed.
I kept searching for his soul
and there was nothing left.
I wish I could've cried
But my curiosity wouldn't let me.
I love him infinite
but my eyes wouldn't show it.
She shakes me hard,
Thunderstorm taking away her life.
She searches for the answer
In my hopeless eyes.
I wish I could give her strength
That she so desperately needs.
I wish I could help her bringing
back what we all want and need.
I don't have the strength to do that
or even to cry in my right mind.
But I do have the strength to let go
and the strength now to say goodbye.
Author's note: I wonder how much sense will it make to anyone who's reading it, it's hardly a motivating poem. But it's a part of a story, a real one, say a POV of a twelve year old. It's an attempt to sort things out with that child but I still think there is a piece missing here, if you figure out feel free to let me know.
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A twelve year old
And the sands of time,
Unknown to each other
Keeping in their line.
Then a lightening strike
taking another life,
Against the twelve year old
Came the truth of life.
The soul rose from the body;
the twelve year old watched.
No sense of anticipation
or understanding awashed.
On the tiny clueless soul
grabbing the lunch in hand,
Waiting for him to open his mouth
he needs to eat, you understand?
The crowd is gathering fast
it's suffocating for the child.
Everyone is chattering loud,
can someone look after the child?
The mother comes running
shaking the child's soul
'Tell him to wake up' she says
'he listens to you my doll'.
'I fasted for him today,
tell him to wake up and see'
I wish I could do that mother,
I wish I knew what I've seen.
It must've been a lightening strike,
I saw him rise off the bed.
I kept searching for his soul
and there was nothing left.
I wish I could've cried
But my curiosity wouldn't let me.
I love him infinite
but my eyes wouldn't show it.
She shakes me hard,
Thunderstorm taking away her life.
She searches for the answer
In my hopeless eyes.
I wish I could give her strength
That she so desperately needs.
I wish I could help her bringing
back what we all want and need.
I don't have the strength to do that
or even to cry in my right mind.
But I do have the strength to let go
and the strength now to say goodbye.
Author's note: I wonder how much sense will it make to anyone who's reading it, it's hardly a motivating poem. But it's a part of a story, a real one, say a POV of a twelve year old. It's an attempt to sort things out with that child but I still think there is a piece missing here, if you figure out feel free to let me know.
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Existence
I am the existence, I am its repulsion,
I am the wife, I am the husband,
I am a preacher, I am a student,
I become the poem and the poet too..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
Life is a journey with success and failures,
Walking alone, realization strikes hard :
Soul is eternal, my sustenance isn’t,
Memories left behind is what matters..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
Innovations, theories, words, songs,
Dreams, Colors, inspirations;
The analogy continues
As the generations augment..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
I become the soothing essence to the intense fire,
Being the eye to sky and light to the eye,
I am the good, I am the bad, I am the lone, I am the whole,
My heart being the house
Runs the nature’s song..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..!
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Authors note:
One of my oldest poems. These were my thoughts as I went on for a self realisation mode regarding life and existence.
I am the existence, I am its repulsion,
I am the wife, I am the husband,
I am a preacher, I am a student,
I become the poem and the poet too..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
Life is a journey with success and failures,
Walking alone, realization strikes hard :
Soul is eternal, my sustenance isn’t,
Memories left behind is what matters..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
Innovations, theories, words, songs,
Dreams, Colors, inspirations;
The analogy continues
As the generations augment..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
I become the soothing essence to the intense fire,
Being the eye to sky and light to the eye,
I am the good, I am the bad, I am the lone, I am the whole,
My heart being the house
Runs the nature’s song..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..!
#suan
#review
#poem #motivation #life #inspiration #belief #selfrealisation
Authors note:
One of my oldest poems. These were my thoughts as I went on for a self realisation mode regarding life and existence.
He never expressed,
She demanded expression,
Love started to scatter,
As the drops of water on rainy day.
Hug those droplets and hug your love back,
Express with words or with an act,
Keeping things inside heart is not an art,
Be creative for expressing you loge love being an artist.
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She demanded expression,
Love started to scatter,
As the drops of water on rainy day.
Hug those droplets and hug your love back,
Express with words or with an act,
Keeping things inside heart is not an art,
Be creative for expressing you loge love being an artist.
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#ag
#shortstory
Impasse
So where do we go from here?
We’ve hit an impasse.
Are we to be a play of Shakespeare?
Or let’s just hit pause.
My fingers are shaking, lips trembling
Voice has lost its tenor.
My knees threaten to bend, buckling
Eyes meek in manner.
How do I tell you the truth?
How do I pursue this path?
I am powerless, forsooth.
But how can I avoid the aftermath?
Fly far away, my love
I won’t stop you today.
Must I follow you to the skies above
Or die in deep dismay?
Here, we’re at an impasse
For the world may well be lost.
I, for one, shall let my heart pass
Away and get covered with frost.
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#heartbreak #love
So where do we go from here?
We’ve hit an impasse.
Are we to be a play of Shakespeare?
Or let’s just hit pause.
My fingers are shaking, lips trembling
Voice has lost its tenor.
My knees threaten to bend, buckling
Eyes meek in manner.
How do I tell you the truth?
How do I pursue this path?
I am powerless, forsooth.
But how can I avoid the aftermath?
Fly far away, my love
I won’t stop you today.
Must I follow you to the skies above
Or die in deep dismay?
Here, we’re at an impasse
For the world may well be lost.
I, for one, shall let my heart pass
Away and get covered with frost.
#review
#heartbreak #love
Impasse
So where do we go from here?
We’ve hit an impasse.
Are we to be a play of Shakespeare?
Or let’s just hit pause.
My fingers are shaking, lips trembling
Voice has lost its tenor.
My knees threaten to bend, buckling
Eyes meek in manner.
How do I tell you the truth?
How do I pursue this path?
I am powerless, forsooth.
But how can I avoid the aftermath?
Fly far away, my love
I won’t stop you today.
Must I follow you to the skies above
Or die in deep dismay?
Here, we’re at an impasse
For the world may well be lost.
I, for one, shall let my heart pass
Away and get covered with frost.
#review #love #heartbreak
So where do we go from here?
We’ve hit an impasse.
Are we to be a play of Shakespeare?
Or let’s just hit pause.
My fingers are shaking, lips trembling
Voice has lost its tenor.
My knees threaten to bend, buckling
Eyes meek in manner.
How do I tell you the truth?
How do I pursue this path?
I am powerless, forsooth.
But how can I avoid the aftermath?
Fly far away, my love
I won’t stop you today.
Must I follow you to the skies above
Or die in deep dismay?
Here, we’re at an impasse
For the world may well be lost.
I, for one, shall let my heart pass
Away and get covered with frost.
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HEART SPEAKS
In the quietude of early morning, I can hear a soft voice that says, express your truth, speak up even when your voice quivers, give entirely of yourself, and get lost in the service of others.
And yet... Observing within myself, I give with the expectation of getting. I lied for the sake of avoiding arguments. I expected others to serve me most of the time.
My heart is longing to live with congruency, where my heart, mind, and action are in alignment, and yet sometimes, my mind wants one thing, and the heart desires another. The conflict between the two become the norm of my daily life.
Amidst the conflict, I ask myself, what does my heart honestly want? The heart speaks, I want to express myself fully; I want to give and expect nothing in return. I want to speak my truth, even when my voice trembles. I want a peaceful, loving, and joyful existence. Through this, I say to myself. I am now speaking my truth. I am now expressing myself fully. I am a giver. From now on, wherever I go. I will create a peaceful, loving, and joyful world within and without.
What do you do when you experience conflict between the heart and the mind? I'm curious to know. Please share below
Peace + Love = Joy
Dedy
#review #truth #heart
In the quietude of early morning, I can hear a soft voice that says, express your truth, speak up even when your voice quivers, give entirely of yourself, and get lost in the service of others.
And yet... Observing within myself, I give with the expectation of getting. I lied for the sake of avoiding arguments. I expected others to serve me most of the time.
My heart is longing to live with congruency, where my heart, mind, and action are in alignment, and yet sometimes, my mind wants one thing, and the heart desires another. The conflict between the two become the norm of my daily life.
Amidst the conflict, I ask myself, what does my heart honestly want? The heart speaks, I want to express myself fully; I want to give and expect nothing in return. I want to speak my truth, even when my voice trembles. I want a peaceful, loving, and joyful existence. Through this, I say to myself. I am now speaking my truth. I am now expressing myself fully. I am a giver. From now on, wherever I go. I will create a peaceful, loving, and joyful world within and without.
What do you do when you experience conflict between the heart and the mind? I'm curious to know. Please share below
Peace + Love = Joy
Dedy
#review #truth #heart