Unity of seven colours if can create magical art over the horizon
Think how majestic this planet would become if we rise above the limited wavelengths of our colours of differences and stand in solidarity for the humane causes to make a VIBGYOR of oneness with healthy arts of our humble existence.
I hear everyone talk about mental health, And how it needs to be discussed more. The depression, the anxiety, and everything around it, But how do we get to the problem's core? - I see people keeping their minds open, And I see people open up too. But for someone who's raised to be "strong", There aren't a lot of options, but a few. - To not let the world see them as vulnerable, That's how many people have been raised. And so when it comes to talking about their feelings, In their minds, it's not really praised. - So they go about their business, Everyday, thinking their fine. They'd provide for themselves and their family, With a mind that's vulnerable, to five from nine. - For a person like that to recover at all, They have to feel the consequences weigh. So before their mind crushes their soul, They need to say, "I'm not okay".
PS, This is a random poem. But if you feel like you can relate to this poem, just know that it's okay, not to be okay. Ask for help, it's not bad. Talk to someone who cares for you. Take care. World is more beautiful with you in it. ❤
I sincerely request you all to spare sometime and read this. My most prized possession ✨
BLEEDING BLESSING Periods. Shame. Pads. Secret.
The first uneasy thought which struck your mind, Yes! Now you know why I thought to rhyme.
Happy as a clam, lost in her world; suddenly her legs drained out blood, bestowing invitation to a silent flood. Clearly she sensed the troubles ahead, wings of her freedom were to be painted red.
Science claims, Menstruation as the natural monthly discharge of blood from the uterus of women except during pregnancy.
However, we find 'This' as a shameful horrendous phenomenon she undergoes, continuing the impure 5-days legacy.
Ironic how we never fail to put a pregnant woman in suspect ; while an ungravid's biological process is also hard to accept. Perfectly, setting up another bar of hypocrisy.
The Whole year we see in her, Mata Parvati or Lakshmi. But if it's 'those days', Dare if the Goddess entered into kitchen or pooja room, even on Diwali or Vijay Dashmi.
The point is not to exaggerate this, and proudly flutter a sanitary pad. Things will work fine, just by normalizing the topic, and being a little less mad.
Moral Support, chocolates and good jokes will half her pain, Yet even A gesture of maturity and compassion towards your lady, will be enough to attain.
But I feel sorry, for those educated dudes who mock menstrual bleed ; Had their parents been little more careful, mankind would have been saved from this Breed. Ironically you laugh on the process, which caused you to breathe.
Its never that impure blood she gives, But a process of making a place for a human to Live. Talk on Periods is never something to be silenced, By that, we demean the only blood, which bleeds without violence.
Enough of this myth, Why not Free each other, this time? Bleeding is a blessing to be proud of, and not a heinous crime.
I sowed the seeds of emotions delving into your cradle heart The roots planted further Deep within your soul's lark The rains of our memories carved my seeds, growth imbued by a soil of good deeds, for a flower awaiting to bloom a gift of life so precious moulding from our tensile loom. Over years the spring of this beauty blossoms with deepest sensations like love, kindness and beauty harnessed in the petal heart remains incessant with enough care and work Concern, empathy, mercy and kindness are the growth fertilizers and with the greatness of our diverse Sun this flower shall never rot, as long as it is guarded with a yearn to be gentle, wise and truthful. Spread the redolence of your earned emotions, O my pistilliate flower for you may plant the seed for another alluring child to empower the sowed seeds of emotions
Today I just want to encourage someone right here, that life is worth living for. It is more beautiful than you've already seen. Having many more things around the corner to live for than the pains to die for. For the pain you experience right now, tempting you end it all is nothing compared to the glory ahead of your today. So focusing on death is more depressing than the pain you already feel, exaggerating the true state of things and keeping you from hope in your being; rather paint the life you desire in your heart and let that be your focus, then you would make it through, take it from someone who knows.
NEWNESS There is more to live for than to die for Watching the year wrap up Shouldn't pull you to a reclusion of depression Rather looking through a different view Would help you see the greater truth That right before you Are gathered pleasant dews Set to wash over you If you would be so bold to step through To step beyond your pains of the year And land within a joyful sphere Waiting until next year Then you'll see the newness prepared Set and ready for you everywhere So let this year wrapup your fears And stretch forth your hands beyond your cares Embracing the new year with joyful tears Washing away all of your fears And bringing you into a new flare A flare of light beyond your pains Making you forget what you used to feel Embracing you in the fullness of life beams Bursting forth in joys at every turn This is the gift ahead of you If you will patiently choose not to quit But hopefully embolden your wit Waiting till the thirty first When the clock will strike twelve. Habakkuk2:2-3 & 3:17-19(KJV)- For the Lord would make your feet like hinds feet and set you upon your high places if you'll believe.
Connect to your universe, Have you ever? To your very source of existence! Like in the minutes of silence , How the restless train of thoughts, Bustle and Rush to grab your throat. In those minutes of silent sitting , When slowly and steadily, Stillness stir off the dust of thousands masks, Aiming and pretending to be you, Faking and adhering to be you, Albeit, not a piece, not even a bit. Belong to you !! Oh how desperately they just wish to be you! But you are you, When in those flash of nothingness, Flickers the glimpse of your truth, What is just you in the very second and later dissolves into the void of unknown route And yet the same cosmos awaits for your stay not just momentarily but permanently.