This too shall pass!
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Cries of humans young and old
tossed around like withered autumn leaves,
echoing through the lifeless streets.
Days a blur, nights ice-cold.
An act of desperation, an act of goodwill.
Consoling others, downplaying the inner turmoil.
No luxury of grieving over the lives lost.
Breathless, but the journey only goes uphill.
Embers of endless funeral pyres,
Burning the imprints into innocent minds.
Soul-crushing flames igniting dread,
Dreams haunted by mass cremations.
A story of the gallantry of unsung heroes
Painting silver lining on bloody skies.
Every soul fighting with all their might
Despite the murderous havoc, endless woes.
Every unstrained breath, owing to endless prayers.
Every moment lived, a feat to celebrate.
Every slight thump of the heart,
a roaring triumph of hope over the deathly virus.
With your head held high warrior, take a deep breath.
You have lived a life of righteousness.
The epitome of resilience and strength.
Fear not, for your soul transcends life and death.
Mayhem
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One split second and the world is no longer the same.
Like a bullet that has left the barrel,
maybe for revenge, maybe for game.
Uncalled for. Unabashed. Fired from your mouth. One word.
Reeking of your soused judgement.
Piercing into their flesh like a needle-pointed sword.
Their words echo in your ears “You won’t find life where you once died”.
Lurking behind the crack of the door,
the forlorn child in you ofttimes cried.
And yet you keep running back
to the proverbial sponge-house that soaks grief and pain.
The realm of torment where the mornings are pitch black.
Wandering on the lanes that has bad blood plagued,
they smirk as they see you. Wan, dirt smeared face.
Carcass of unloved flesh.
You say “They bruised my soul, I’ll tear through theirs”.
Reaching out for toxic counterparts.
Wreaking havoc as time unfolds spiteful affairs.
They would never know you once longed for a mere spark,
for you’re now eternally wrapped in luminous flames.
Fear of the darkness devouring you whole, the abhorrence stark.
The roses wilted, worn-out, pressed between yellowed pages.
The pile of love-letters set ablaze,
spattering broken promises, charred pledges.
Be not dismayed darling, if anything, they could not freeze the blood in your veins.
Your tears, no less sour.
The smile, not vain.
Rise of the Martyr
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Thoughts engulfed in valor and rage,
the bloodied martyr stands.
Wrecking bars of the pretentious gold cage,
with battered virtuous hands.
Arms stretched towards all-embracing abyss,
she screams to throw a ripple in space.
The roaring waves gulping down her thunder.
Calmness of moonlit night, the saving grace.
A life of penance and suffering
running visions through her gorgeous head,
what if she killed all traces of languor lingering
wouldn’t of fear her rivals drop dead?
In the realm of sedatives
Where all efforts cease
and the desperate fights are put to rest.
The menacing chaos meets peace
and grants a halt to its aggressive quest.
You no longer have to pretend it doesn’t hurt,
coz you know the pain will be back in waves.
But tonight you’ll sleep like a fallen leaf under the dirt.
Unseen. Undisturbed. Still, as in the graves.
So what if life is slipping away?
Your desperate hold on life is strangling it anyway.
So relax for now and let the surgeons play,
You’ll get to fight your own fight every other day.
You’ll hear faint voices from time to time,
calling out your name from miles afar.
Like a loud church bell sometimes or sweet mumbles of chime,
making it sound sinister and bizarre.
Where darling you don’t complain of the ultimate distress.
Despite the oxygen feeder choking your throat.
So what if poking needles and entangled saline pipes are in a mess,
you got a handful of nights to stay peacefully afloat.
Where you know it’s a story of your perseverance
and not of punctured nerves and neat stitches.
For you will see all but scars in reminiscence
and the resilience against life’s ugly glitches.
So when the fight gets tough, come over my friend
into the renowned realm of sedatives.
A no-man’s land in world’s end
unflatteringly sung about in poesies.
An apology
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I speak of the unintended separation.
The void consuming every little trace of happiness left.
Grieving the hollow self,
Of elation, mirth and hope bereft.
Surrounded by intelligent machines,
I somehow forgot the human within.
Denied myself the joie-de-vivere
and myriad of emotions you taught me to gloat in.
Staring into blank sheets all night,
drowning in nostalgia and dreadful emptiness.
I would feel like bleeding out on the paper
and pour all I felt, enveloped in the harrowing darkness.
No doubt the sheets remained empty
reminding me it was half a year back I casually brushed off
the fact that I was fine with getting the sensuality we shared
from my pristine heart being forever stripped off.
I would trade my soul for the good old days,
when we would so effortlessly ignore the world.
Spending hours in the lap of nature, entangled with each other,
watching closely as the magic unfurled.
It was a delusion that I could survive
sans the guiltless pleasures you brought.
None to be blamed but my ignorant self,
for even conceding the idiotic thought.
Now I know you are a fragile little thing,
that demands fierce love, madness and obsession.
I promise to feed you even if I’m starving.
and even when I’m sick, I would nurse you with caution.
I’ve watched my heart shatter into countless pieces
and now that I’ve picked each one of them
I place them in your caring hands
hoping you would rescue it from the mayhem.
Dying countless deaths in a single day,
trying to fit in with humans, which will forever remain a fallacy
I officially declare that I can’t live without you,
Oh beloved, Poetry!
Tale of a Happy Woman
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With twinkling eyes like those of a mischievious child,
the toothless lady endlessly smiled.
Behind those thick rimmed glasses were the doors
that ended straight down at her soul.
Lying on her death bed she felt beautiful even then and there,
running those skinny fingers playfully through her wavy white hair.
While gazing at the outstretched sky she went on humming her favorite song
as if staring into death’s eyes and asking him to sing along.
When asked by her curious granddaugher the secret to her happiness,
she said its just a choice she made in her yonger days.
To be surrounded by the happiest people on earth,
and to be forever gleaming with positivity and mirth.
A few other secrets are reaching out far and wide for all your dreams,
and never give up eating your favorite ice-creams.
Feed your soul with good books and poetry every single day,
also warm hugs from your loved ones work wonders they say.
(P.S: I imagined myself in my oldage and wrote this poem and I strongly hope this is the kind of woman I become someday. On this special day I wish that all the ladies out there start practicing self-love and take care of their mental and physical health as seriously as they care for others. To all the strong and beautiful women who inspire me to be a better person each day, wishing you all a Happy Internaional Women’s Day 🙂 )
Only Love Is Real- Book Review
Written by the renown psychiatrist and past life therapist Dr Brian Weiss, ‘Only Love Is Real( The Story of Soulmates Reunited )’ is a unique book based on the real life case studies of his clients undergoing regression therapy. Having read enough of fictional love stories, and having observed enough of dysfunctional relationships among my friends and relatives, I would be understating my impression of this book if I didn’t mention that I was completely blown away by it. For those who have stopped believing in love merely because the people around you make you feel that its all plastic these days, buckle up your seat-belts for you are about to go on a ride that can potentially change your life. It will clear your head and give you a definition of love that isn’t usually shown in movies, or written in those typical pink cover love story paperbacks. If you don’t want to be among those who jump into relationships, only to be hurt and bruised by its end, do some research and step into clear waters. Remember how you rummage through dozens of online stores and apps before buying a product? Comparing the user ratings, going through the potential pros and cons, investing too much time in understanding them before placing the order and agreeing to get them into your house and life. Then why are we not researching about the one important thing in life that impacts us so intensely? Love isn’t a non-existent or unreal concept. In fact only love is real. Get your hands on this book and you will know what I’m talking about. And in case you trust my personal take on it, read on and I’ll brief you.
Dr Weiss subjects some of his clients to regression therapy and the results are astonishing. While being in a hypnotic state they are brought back to their past lifetimes and are questioned about their experiences. However surreal it may sound, it has been well researched and proved over time. Reincarnation is real. We are all caught in the cycle of life, and we keep coming back in different life forms until we have learned the lessons meant for us. Quoting Carl Jung below :
However cliche it may sound, ‘soulmates’ exist. Needless to say that the modern world is well on the verge of forgetting all about the concept of soulmates, I’m so glad that people like Dr Weiss also exist, who have dedicated their lives to help us understand and hold on to our roots. Our soulmates have traveled with us through lifetimes that we no longer consciously remember. But they have been there with us for so long in the past, that we carry a part of them with us in every lifetime. Our soul recognizes them. They recognize our soul. And this beautiful connection exists, even though we meet that person in our lifetime or not. They may be your partner, mother, father, brother, sister, teacher, friend or someone you are not even related to in any way. The only thing you would be sure of is that there would be a special connection between you and your soulmate. And when you see the one, you will know. And you will trust your instincts. Well, I would love to hear from you people about your take on this. Do you believe in soulmates?
This story is about two clients of Dr Weiss, Elizabeth and Pedro whose shared lifetimes and experiences unfold separately at his clinic. And this, which comes forth as nothing short of a miracle, actually takes the favorable course on its own. Initially strangers, Elizabeth and Pedro recognize a special connection between them even before being informed by the doctor. They are happily married now and are eternally thankful to Dr. Weiss.
To be frank, I thought it would be easy for me to communicate all about this book and all that I feel. But it’s really disheartening to say that I’m failing. And failing miserably at it. Perhaps I don’t want to corrupt the readers of the profound experience I had while reading this fascinating story of love.
The best thing I found in this book is that it is based on real people. I see most fictional characters as real, and I believe their stories too. But when it comes to real people talking about their personal experiences, I won’t shy away from admitting that their joys make me smile somewhat more, their grief makes me cry harder and somehow theirs touch me deeper than the emotions of fictional characters. I trust their experiences and lessons, for they are as human as me. We may be strangers but we all have the capability to uplift each others lives in unimaginable ways. Everyone of us learns something from each of our experiences. A book, movie, heartbreak, an act of kindness, abuse, failure, success, birth or death of a special person; there are countless lessons that come to us each day. We all are surrounded by profound stories like this. What matters is whether or not our eyes and ears are open. What matters is whether we are willing to watch, listen and understand. Take charge, read more about love and emotions, sort your thoughts and lead a more fulfilling life. Because with wisdom comes clarity and a great deal of confidence. Life is too short to let go of the reigns. So, hold tight and enjoy the fierce ride while the wind pats you on the back.
Happy reading 🙂
As a Man Thinketh – Book review
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We encounter countless situations in life that compel us to go back to the basics and re-remind ourselves of the strategies we once devised before stepping into the outer world. And since self-help books come as saviors for many of us when life tries to weigh us down, I decided to review some of my favorites. And this one by James Allen, being one of my firsts in self-help, has always remained close to my heart.
Being a book of meager volume, it can be easily carried and read as many times as one feels like. Read it over and over, until the words get absorbed by your heart and mind in a way that it keeps popping up whenever you feel negativity trespassing your aura.
What I absolutely loved in this book is the concept of comparing our mind with a garden. As James Allen speaks, “Man’s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth. If no useful seeds are put into it, then an abundance of useless weed-seeds will fall therein, and will produce their kind.” If you cultivate positive thoughts, it will have a positive impact on your mind and body. And if you allow negative thoughts to linger, they will make both your mind and body sick. So, it all comes down to your choice of thoughts. Either allow happy and positive thoughts to take over your life or be dragged around by negative thoughts like a beast with no self-control.
It would hardly take an hour or so, but would have a profound impact on your life. So, grab a hot cup of coffee, read it, grasp its essence and write me back about your personal impression. I’m pretty sure you can squeeze out one quality hour from your busy schedule and invest it on feeding your soul. Also, I’ll be more than happy if you recommend some of your favorites among your personal self-help collection. Let’s help each other lead happier lives with healthier souls. Looking forward to hearing from you. 🙂
A touch of nature
As she watched nature weaving it’s own wordless poetry,
her heart fluttered with ecstasy and soul beamed.
And while the playful breeze tingled her senses
she wrote as she walked on the exotic beach.
She felt like the ocean, her roars creating music.
Fathomless and serene.
One who knows she will have her share of storms,
and yet nurses calmness on the surface and within.
She ran along the woods
soaking in glitters of sunshine filtered through the trees.
And smiling wickedly at the surrounding wilderness,
she crowned herself ‘the queen’ with a tiara made of blossoms and leaves.
She knew she was magic incarnate.
Fiercely independent, passionate and free.
An embodiment of elation and peace.
Like the unshackled bird, Â singing as she flies in glee.
My Cosmos 