Island of Feelings

There was an island where all feelings lived. One day there was a flood and all the land was swept.. one single boat for all feelings to get in… ‘Love’ waited for all like a captain of humanity.. but ‘Ego’ refused to come, said it won’t get into ship.. ‘Love’ died because of ‘Ego’, it just perished..

Waves

Revealing the significance of Journey..

“..Rising from the heart of ocean it flows along with its friends to a common destination… like merry children spilling out of their houses and sprinting gaily.. Cheering with each other they come to the shore, from where they disappear back into the ocean..”

“The purpose of life is not destination, it is the journey itself”

– Shiva Trilogy (By Amish Tripathi)

We are born with nothing and we die with nothing. We often think about achieving a destination or a goal believing it is more important aspect, but that is wrong.

Whatever we do, there is only single destination – Our origin. The power and intensity lies in the purpose of our journey. What do we do in the society while we are alive, counts. Either good or evil for the society, focusing more on career or relations, working all day for being better or just enjoying little moments of life..

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What counts is the journey

Destinations are same for all

Find the purpose and meaning in life

The path is led to origin after all..

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Did you find the purpose of you life yet? What is it? Let me know about them!

Stay Blessed, Stay inspired..!

Perfect is Imperfect

Be you..

The perfect-imperfect war is increasing every singe day. Everyone want to be best in some or other field. A short poesy about highlighting that “It’s okay to have a flaw”. We all are different and have different treasures hidden inside us. Happy reading!

You think you ain’t good enough to do the best

You compare yourself by the skills of the rest

You always test yourself without progress

Staying obsessed, building messed stress


They treat imperfections as an offence

But what’s definition of perfection in true sense?

It’s just ten letter word driving you without cation

To become best of all, not a better version


This is where comparison takes a wrong turn

When did with others, it leads you on wrong run

You can behold it as a big loaded gun

That’d defeat your own self, not the world


Perfect is imperfect, flaws are the rule of nature

We all are same but different with features

Like the animals, plants and other creatures

Every single being has it’s own treasures


You are capable to be skilled in your own different frill

Don’t try to be a perfect match for some other cloth

Because we have our own different colour to wreath and knit

If red tries and can’t change to blue, is it stated as a flaw?


Maybe it is, but what then? Red has its own existence

Maybe you’ll call it imperfect. But red is actually perfect in every sense

I quote is here again. Imperfection is rule of nature, my friend

Imperfect is real, but the reality of perfect can’t be defined


Strive everyday to be a better version of thyself

So that your old version will have great stories to tell

Focus on originality, there’s lot of fake in this world

Real is never perfect and perfect is never real

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Remind me to Forget

This is a small poesy about being detached from everything and making peace with self.. enjoy reading!

Remind me to forget

All the sorrow, pain and grief

That the world gave me

To nourish my disbelief


Every word they spoke out

Every bullet they shot out

To kill my confidence and dreams

To give scars difficult to heal


Every time they pointed me out

Making my mind go blackout

I wish to forget everything

And wreath my life with love strings


They say, “It’s okay to not be okay”

And I smile remembering ‘what they say’

It gives me little power to gain

And spread love expecting nothing


I am a little one, came to this world

To spread the message of accepting the herd

I wish to forget to make peace with self

So that I forgive thee, and also myself


To people whom I gave hatred

I apologise, in my heart you are respected

And to people who gave me the same

You are forgiven, please help me to spread love again


We are given one life to live

We come and go without anything

All my sorrow, grief and pain

Remind me to forget it, again and again

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Elet

A short story of a mysterious creature from ‘Peace’ planet..

Welcome back readers, it’s been months posting something. Here’s a very short story I wrote a while back in school. Happy reading 🙂

Call her Elet, an extremely unique creature. Elet belongs to a Peace planet. While working on her spacecraft, she accidentally left her hand in zero gravity and came to atmosphere of earth to which she was quite close.

Elet and creatures of peace planet had a slender blue body with an oval face. Big large eyes and small lip-less mouth formed features of their faces. They all were small in height around 4 ft tall. They did not die due to aging or health diseases. Whenever someone praised them, (they helped others) their skin renewed. And when someone criticised them a scale of their skin shed off.  So in this peace planet only kind and helpful ones lived and all of them had a grateful feeling towards each other.

When Elet came to earth the planet felt somewhat like the peace planet itself. It was beautiful, but a lil less beautiful. She saw new things. Most astonishing was long structures in which unknown creatures lived, which today we call buildings.

Elet went further and saw a small puppy. It was reaching for some leftover food near dustbin. Elet picked up the food and pat the little puppy and fed it. The very moment one scale of her skin glowed blue and renewed. Elet smiled..

A newspaper boy threw newspaper on the doorstep of nearby house. Elet was surprised to see something like that. She ran and picked it up. Suddenly the door opened and one creature, looking at Elet, began to scream at her. She just kept staring at the human figure which spoke, ” Ey! Who are you!? What kind of attire have you wore! Don’t steal my newspaper you thief!” And then Elet saw a small scale of her skin shed off

Elet tried to speak to one of them. She first approached an old man who, at first sight, got frightened seeing her face and spoke something abusing. Elet wasn’t able to understand what he said but one more scale of her skin shed off

Elet came to a small garden. This was because this hardly ever happened with her on peace planet. Two scales shed off in one day was a very tragic thing for her.

She unknowingly came to the garden of a grumpy rich man who allowed no one in his beautiful garden. It was evening time and Elet was sitting on the bench. The grumpy rich owner came for a round in his garden. Seeing an intruder he became very angry. He picked up a stick and started shouting on her. She was already sad and now she became very frightened. She ran away as one more scale shed off her skin.

Elet didn’t knew if she was able to live long in such a planet. And as her expectation, in few days she could see her skin getting dark and rusty from royal blue colour.  She cried under the tree sitting around the small bushes.

Few days later news flashed “ Blue alien structure found dead under a tree”…

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‘…The world has lost its ability to appreciate things, ability to see beauty around, to be empathetic. This won’t happen if people did not speak before acknowledging things, only if they did not accepted hatred more than love and betrayal more than friendship.. ‘

Being Rich

Rich in love and kindness…!

What’s the first thing that comes in your mind when you listen to that someone is rich? Maybe that someone has a lot of money and wealth..

What does google images show when we type “Rich” in the search box?

Does being rich really means that? Or it can have many other faces?

Being rich means to have plenty of something. That can be anything. It doesn’t necessarily has to be money and wealth.

Many of us want to be rich of wealth and money so that we can earn some good memories. Probably by going for a holiday, living our dreams, maybe buying a favourite car.. but before all these we should learn to be rich in something that is more important to our lives, something which brings density to the days we have lived, something which actually is more important than earning extra currency units.

Be rich of love, kindness and immortal memories..

Be rich in life experience, rich in good relations, rich with a amazingly supportive friends, having a bundle of joyful memories, rich in feeling of happiness, so rich with the grateful feeling that the grateful pot starts overflowing, and most importantly, rich with love and kindness…

Having plenty of wealth is nothing if we aren’t happy, it is nothing if we haven’t played silly games with friends, it is nothing if we haven’t experienced the joy of giving and it is nothing if we are depressed and feel unsatisfied. It is nothing if we don’t like the work we do, it is nothing if we keep wishing to go on a holiday, it is nothing if we don’t enjoy and love our lives, it is nothing if we can’t free our minds before end.

Love the life which you live.. be happy and grateful. Not bad to be rich in wealth and currency to live your dreams, in fact, that is amazing. But never forget to be happy. Control wealth and don’t let it control you. Go ahead on the path of having it but don’t isolate yourself from the world around, your loved ones and beautiful memories which die waiting for you as the time passes by.

Love what you do an do what you love. Be grateful for every single day you’ve got to earn gorgeous memories.

Let’s change the definition of being rich and have plenty of love, good friends and amazing memories which we cherish throughout our lives..

Keep smiling readers and stay ignited..

Tangled Threads…

Be Stress free!

(This is a very different post so just help me to know if you like it.)

Hey! Ever seen messed up threads like this? What if you are give a task of arranging them? If you are an organised person then first thing that pops in your brain, “What a mess is this! C’mon why are they not kept properly!?” And then maybe you get angry at what kind of task you’ve been given.

So what you do is scratch your head and stand there for a while gathering some sort of motivation from anywhere just to complete the task. And then you patiently pick up one thread at a time from that entire mess, wrap it properly and keep it separately. Very patiently (and maybe reluctantly 😉) you complete this task in sufficient time and organize all the threads neatly in a box. And then you take a deep breath, have some chilled water and say, “It’s finally done..”

Did you guess what this mess is? It’s your brain, that small central organ of your body when you are stressed! These lil’ threads are your thoughts. If instead of arranging them one by one, if you pick up many at once what would happen? They will get tangled and it will take more time to sort it out + you’ll get angry!

When we are stressed we have thousands of things going around in our brain. Everything seems to be in a same mess like the picture.

These thoughts are threads. You need to think about everything with patience. Calm your mind at first. Take a pen and a notepad. Write down everything that is bothering you. Think about how you can deal with them in current situation. For sure you’ll get a way out. It doesn’t matter how tangled that thread is, you’ll turn it around, a little up, a little down, pull it from the entire mess and keep it properly. Just don’t panic.

Want to know a secret? Like thoughts attract! If you think you are stressed, you attract more stress. If you think you are happy and everything is going with a flow, all will be fine. Believe me, I just applied this rule few days ago 😉 the main reason why I wrote this post and things are so under control now!

So don’t be stressed. Don’t panic. Think calmly. Things will go fine.. find a solution to your problems and stay organized. It’s completely alright if you keep your desk messed up and things are lying just anywhere but don’t do the same with your brain! 😉

One question! Was there anyone who had a thought at start like “Why should i complete the task?!” Let me know about it! I’ve got some few words for you…! ✌

Star

Keep Twinkling!

So do we have any Nyctophile in the house? Someone who loves nights and darkness of the sky? Do let me know about it! I am though, and love to gaze at the darkest skies with lil’ shining lights.

Stars are really beautiful, at least from millions of kilometres away. Don’t know about being near, it may be dangerous haha!

So the science behind stars, they are made up of gases, dust and emit their own light. When you look at the night sky you see them twinkling. This is because some clouds and lot of dust trap the path of light coming toward earth. This happens frequently, main reason why we see them twinkling or blinking.

You emit your own light. BE BRAVE to keep it alive…

Everything in nature is almost parallel to life and teaches us something. You are a star. Star in the sense I don’t mean a special celebrity. I mean you are a real star.

We all have our good and bad memories with which we live along throughout our lives. We do make mistakes, frown, learn and then try again. For some it’s easy to come up and for some it’s hard. Honestly that doesn’t really matters. What matters is you shine back.

You emit your own light. The light has an infinite source within you. Just like a star you are dim sometimes, some clouds and dust, so called “Daily life problems” will always be there to bring you down. But remember, you are a star, you’ll get dim and shine back again!

Same way you’ll do this throughout your life, cause it is meant to. You’ll keep twinkling. And you know what, that’s what makes you beautiful. Don’t let that shine die.

Be brave. Brave enough to shine back. You are brave, just need to find that strength within. Once you do, you are perfect. Ready to shine your world with your light.

So my dear friend, if ever you are sad, it’s just perfectly okay! Just smile and be brave, that’s all you need to be.

Keep shinin’! And let the world see your light, how brave you are.. ✨

Maps

Hope you enjoy this ballad. I do agree it’s a bit long but yea, i enjoyed creating it! Hope you enjoy reading it too!

A lost traveller is always ready

To face obstacles and is steady

Emergency kits and additional maps

Good to go and on with caps


They start their journey down the lane

To quench the thrust to travel again

To explore unknown lands of earth

To gain value for their birth


An ecstasy to earn an epiphany

To get the shoes more dirty

To face and rise above barriers

For their soul to be declared as warriors


The travellers usually have got a map

To find their way when they are trapped

They estimate distance and directions to walk

“Getting lost” fear is still there to stalk


They may go in wrong directions

But soon they’ll find that it isn’t the path

There’ll be time when they’ll know

About the path to be chosen at last


They make estimates again

And check the compass and pass the trail

By continuous effort they find their way

“Finally I made it” the quote to say


My dear, this is paralleled with life

We all are on a journey to rise

The travellers proceeding towards our destination

And there is a part called sacrifice


Sacrifice your fear of heights

Sacrifice the demons inside

Or else they’ll eat you up from within

To succeed this is the only price


I promise you’ll get moments to live

The glorious memories to remember

Before you reach your destination

And the death bed processions begin


We don’t have maps like travellers do

We don’t have compass to decide right trails

But we do have your heart that speaks

Louder than these mapping scales


Follow your heart and you are on right path

It’s like a clue or hints it shows

Take care, stay away from what people say

Cause or else you’ll find yourself on the wrong road


Your soul is created in that way

It will speak when the time will arise

The maps are inbuilt in your brain

And shall show up when you are drained


The hardship shall always pay off

You shall always rise

Only if you follow your heart

And pay that correct prize


Child you need to realise

The miracles you can achieve

The power lies within your soul

Will guide you if you hear


Stay strong stay blessed and shine

Leave all your fears behind

Listen to your heart and mind

The actual path of peace and divine

Black

This is an inspiring ballad about a city of darkness where there is no happiness. The city marks one of the darkest times of our life, time when everything feels weak and we have no more strengths to move on..

I was lost in unknown land

A place I’d never been

The nameless place of darkness

Where evils ruled within


I could find people like me

Who were depressed and wept in sorrow

They said life has betrayed them

And got all happiness swallowed


Some people lived in this land

Others named the city “Black”

They said it is negative place

Where happiness simply lacks


It’s filled with scars and pain

The pain inevitable and inexplicable

But some angels told me with grace

That scars are always notable


“Black” may feel like hell

The place hated by all

Like drowning in deepest oceans

But was pathway to heaven afterall


The gateway may not be so pleasing

You may turn away from the road

But travelling across the city is meant

For legends who choose to soar


It is an exploration

Finding our inner strengths

Cause you don’t know how strong you are

Until it’s the only option left


When you find yourself in this city

When you feel lost in oblivion

Remember it’s city of dark

To help you make your own mark


Get up. Stand up and fight!

Work harder to travel across

In the other end of the city

People with strongest scars are born


So child realise the truth

We are given this life to live

To suffer pain and soar across

Cause we are strong enough to live


Find the shine within you

Cause you are lighthouse in the dark

And only in darkest skies you’ll find

The shine of brightest stars! ✨

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