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.. ‘