If today didn't meet your sky-high expectations and you feel like a tangled mess...
Isn't it amazing that despite the humps and bumps, you woke up to another day full of promises in its pockets? Let the promise of today bring calm to the turmoil and chaos inside and hush the monsters within. Let it be the balm to the aches and pains of both body and soul. And like a child eagerly waiting for sunrise to peek through cloudy skies—here you are, alive and kicking.
If today isn't one of those grand days, it's okay. It happens. If excitement is missing in today's page of your story and you fail to see the little things that truly matter, the little things to be grateful for — it's still okay. Stop beating yourself up for things that you can't control.
We all have our gray episodes every now and then. Just as we're given more than a hundred reasons and chances to look for the silver lining in these shades of grays —tucked somewhere beneath the clouds of uncertainties. Open your heart and hands wider. Bask in those little rays of hope peeking through the cracks of your concrete walls. No matter how tiny and trivial it may seem.
It's easier said than done but we know that life is a bowl of sunshine and rainbows, of rains and storms. You can't choose what's served to you. Dig in and enjoy each serving. Go easy on yourself. Count and hold on to bits and pieces of moments that bring smiles and laughter that get you by through rough days.
Smile. You'll get by. Like you always have.
Live and honor the seasons of life. Flow with what it has to offer. Guard your inner peace. Thrive on being broken on some days and finding wholeness again. Not always in big ways but what can be had in the mundane.
Because LIFE IS a beautiful tale captured within the circle of every sure sunrise, told in the stories of hope borrowed from colors of the sea and sky.
I know I am in the last pages of my life My life encased in a solitudinous bubble Tears rolling down my jubilant cheeks As I sit down on the desk Remembering your kind songs Soon I'll be a painting in your walls A wanderer in your dreams A tiny ache in your aged body My throbbing heart will lose pulse And life will become a silent memory A glue sticking to your blurry imaginations A flower in your fantasies A piano without note or melody
With a deep smile I recollect my broken childhood The struggles of youth The burden of joyous marriage The elation of becoming a parent The emotion of middle age As I reminisce the process I am hounded by a few questions Have I loved with heart's content? Have I been loved fully? Have I found acceptance In the lives of others?
I want to restart And ink on those pages once more Feel the warmth of my mother's womb Relearn the lessons that I was taught Rectifying my noxious mistakes Reliving the dying magic Crying tears in the elixir of memories Be more humble and transparent Be a freebird writing a hummable song A song that is virtuous and distinct I want to symphonise a piano with broken strings Streaming a soft tune on torn pages The tune of being happy Breathing forever in windows of peace.
At the rush hour of my anxiety I will leave on a sleepless night. Taking a new road, near the snow Somewhere far I will go.
Like the dull star in the dark sky I will flee with every night Maybe on some sterile land, I will grow Alone under the sun; But somewhere far I will go.
Between the woods- I traverse; The Ocean - I survived On the way seeds,- I sow On the sunrise Somewhere far I will go
Near the wishing fountain,- I pray And I don't have a coin My hands joint - I say, Stop me nowhere Withdraw my shadow On my tree near the snow I will sleep now, On the sunrise; Somewhere far I will go.