#introspection

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  • nuiinuhara 1d

    I aspire to Be like the Clouds
    Fleeting, Calm, not afraid to remain in place
    Smiling at the Prospect of
    The World passing them by

    Not conforming to the Paradigms
    Not conforming to Shapes
    Each Cloud living in it's
    Own plane.

    Not Bothered by what part
    Drifts away,
    or which part joins
    To Become a Part of them

    A Cloud is Fulfilled in itself.

    In Some ways I'm as Phlegmatic
    And as Stoic as the Clouds,
    Keeping my emotions hidden
    But Just Like the Clouds

    Some days My Voice thunders,
    My Emotions Errupt
    And Like the Clouds I Burst
    Into incoherent Tears

    Unafraid to Let in the Hues
    From the Moon and The Sun
    Unafraid that those Hues
    Might be taken away from me.

    Knowing that Colours are Visceral.

    Telling us to live
    In their Presence
    Enjoy them While they
    Are Still Part of Our Lives.

    Whimsically returning when
    Life has mixed it's pallets
    Transient like rivers
    But always finding their way Back.

    I Still have a lot to learn
    From the Clouds
    Being Transparent
    Letting the Light through

    But Remaining Elegant even when Opaque.

    The Clouds are the Line
    Drawn Between two halves
    Some looking up to them
    Others bowing their Heads to see them

    As My flight Sailed through
    The Clouds became Glaciers,
    The Blue skies became the
    Still Waters

    The Clouds however
    Unlike real glaciers
    Kept us Afloat,
    Encouraging a fellow Flier

    Showing them that being Nowhere is also Beautiful.

    #introspection #learninglessons

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    The Clouds

    I aspire to Be like the Clouds
    Fleeting, Calm, not afraid to remain in place
    Smiling at the Prospect of
    The World passing them by

    Not conforming to the Paradigms
    Not conforming to Shapes
    Each Cloud living in it's
    Own plane.

    Not Bothered by what part
    Drifts away,
    or which part joins
    To Become a Part of them

    A Cloud is Fulfilled in itself.

    In Some ways I'm as Phlegmatic
    And as Stoic as the Clouds,
    Keeping my emotions hidden
    But Just Like the Clouds

    Some days My Voice thunders,
    My Emotions Errupt
    And Like the Clouds I Burst
    Into incoherent Tears

    Unafraid to Let in the Hues
    From the Moon and The Sun
    Unafraid that those Hues
    Might be taken away from me.

    Knowing that Colours are Visceral.

    Telling us to live
    In their Presence
    Enjoy them While they
    Are Still Part of Our Lives.

    Whimsically returning when
    Life has mixed it's pallets
    Transient like rivers
    But always finding their way Back.

    I Still have a lot to learn
    From the Clouds
    Being Transparent
    Letting the Light through

    But Remaining Elegant even when Opaque.

    The Clouds are the Line
    Drawn Between two halves
    Some looking up to them
    Others bowing their Heads to see them

    As My flight Sailed through
    The Clouds became Glaciers,
    The Blue skies became the
    Still Waters

    The Clouds however
    Unlike real glaciers
    Kept us Afloat,
    Encouraging a fellow Flier

    Showing them that being Nowhere is also Beautiful.

    ©nuiinuhara

  • heartofbabel 2w

    [ Backs ]

    How do you not acknowledge truth?
    You simply turn away
    Appalling is the thought
    And yet it happens everyday
    I wish I had the nerve
    But I just could not say
    All the things I wanted to
    Would never be relayed

    The quicksands of ambition
    Avoid the confrontation
    Let the fool prevail
    Without challenging damnation
    Watching their destruction
    Their absence of creation
    Washing from my hands
    As it bloodies up the basin

    Could have spoke the truth
    Could have rose to challenge
    Could have tipped the scales
    In the hopes of bringing balance
    Instead I remain silent
    Watching without valiance
    Too weak to speak release
    And mesmerized by malice

    Who am I really
    If I don’t walk in love
    Willing to watch assassins
    Quench their fill of spilling blood
    With the option just to speak out
    Rather then standing numb
    Seeing life unravel
    And I, it’s silent judge

    Still, I see
    And still I remain silent
    Still, I gleam
    At this display of violence
    Flashing right before my mind
    And I am not defiant
    An audience entertained
    As the lusting of a tyrant

    Truth again evaded
    By the turning of my back
    Left to consequence
    And it’s unending wrath
    Every step that I have taken
    Has been upon the worn paths
    For all have turned their backs
    Against the courage that they lack

    Too ashamed to be acknowledged
    Too fearful of reproach
    Too much comfort in their lives
    To all that they devote
    That to swim against the current
    Is a struggle to their soul
    Besides, what is life
    If you’re not in control

    You see, power is enticing
    And let’s just all assume
    That these paths we walk in comfort
    Have all become quite smooth
    At such little inconvenience
    That I know what I’ll choose
    But I could never say for sure
    ‘Cause then, I’d have to face the truth

    © GaratheDen
    © HeartOfBabel

  • heartofbabel 3w

    [ Replenished ]

    You probably wanted me
    To crumble into dust
    Had a notion of belief
    Completely out of touch
    Yeah, you thought I would be broken
    Walking with a crutch
    But when you chose to step away
    I was finally free to love

    Released me from the tangles
    Of the poison in the mind
    I have grown from the struggle
    And, you see, I’m doing fine
    I can weather any storm
    To which your actions feel inclined
    And no matter what you do
    Just know that I’ll always survive

    Rising to the challenge
    Stirred from your disgrace
    Just a victim of self-loathing
    Which you cannot replace
    Try to shift your focus
    Yet I cannot be blamed
    Stuck living with yourself
    While I am oh so far away

    Along with my attention
    Left all our memories
    Erasing your existence
    And all of the unpleasantries
    Finally having peace
    Held in wonder of my reveries
    A world that I create
    Where love finds not an enemy

    How drastic is the contrast
    Of your world versus reality
    How twisted your perceptions
    Swayed by every triviality
    Bipolar in its nature
    Disfigured in morality
    I scarcely care to know you
    ‘Cept by the holds of my frugality

    Like a work of fiction
    All those years they seem unreal
    The abuse and pain and anguish
    Seem to fade to no ordeal
    An account of my true innocence
    Against that which you concealed
    Yet time has come to introduce
    A means for me to heal

    Healed, that’s what I am
    Not a scar, not a blemish
    Not a crack within my soul
    I am whole, not a remnant
    Where I once longed for love
    Feeling void, an empty crevice
    My life has been reclaimed
    And complete in its replenish

    And I have not a sentence
    Over my life writ in despair
    There will never be a day
    That I will live again, impaired
    Standing on my feet again
    And you can see it clear
    I will never be the him again
    That you once domineered

    © GaratheDen
    © HeartOfBabel

  • heartofbabel 4w

    [ Fruit ]

    All I see is fruit
    Some of it is rotten
    Hold my breath and fear the scent
    It cannot be forgotten
    Watching every step
    Tantalize the garden
    Pit against the roots
    Of the hearts all laying hardened

    Wish I had a green thumb
    Release a revelation
    Intrenching of the mindset
    In need of ventilation
    You must break from the foundation
    To end the desolation
    All the elements are stirring
    In a force of speculation

    So much left to potential
    The garden lying flattened
    Left to strangle self, and I ask,
    “How could this have happened”
    The beauty yet surmounted
    This desert leaves me saddened
    How I long to cultivate
    But all of life has been abandoned

    And the soil, it is barren
    That which remains, infertile
    Shall I strive against the earth
    In hopes of something that’s eternal
    All the life that creeps below me
    It is nothing but infernal
    Chewing through the veins
    As though Phantoms of the external

    Strike against the plains
    Yet these wounds are never bleeding
    Soaked the life that’s spilt
    And offers dust to choke the breathing
    Blanketing the tombs
    Of a past that’s long retreating
    All the toils of the earth
    To be consumed in endless weeding

    Feel the scorching of the sun
    As the body tests its limits
    Will of mind and soul collapsing
    Isn’t all that can inhibit
    As the aching and fatigue
    Greets a nature that’s insistent
    Caught at the edge of madness
    Until the wind does lift my spirit

    Storms off in the horizon
    Show of lightning, clash of thunder
    A breeze of chill is leading
    To embrace me in a shudder
    All my hopelessness in effort
    Turned in haste into a wonder
    Seeing rains approaching
    Turning prey, now, into the hunter

    Flooding my consciousness
    Of the seeds that I have planted
    What the future holds in sight
    Is but a story yet expanded
    With deserts all around me
    And the view of hope seemed stranded
    Here in this valley I’ve found an Eden
    That all others have abandoned

    © HeartOfBabel

  • heartofbabel 5w

    [ Life Lesson ]

    Life lesson
    101
    Nobody will hurt you more
    Than someone you love
    We focus on enemies
    While guarding our heart
    Yet it’s the closest people
    Who can tear it apart

    But I say, love extravagant
    Let down all your guards
    Hold your head high
    And embrace all the scars
    Love is the answer
    Don’t focus on pain
    Love, just in spite
    Of all of past shame

    It’s become far too easy
    For us to discard
    Forming our factions
    And having no regard
    Making life into a fiction
    The illusions of the author
    Letting truth fade away
    To the deceit that were offered

    We call ourself victim
    Call others the enemy
    Create a facade
    That disfigures identity
    And as time goes by
    Part of you becomes lost
    Buried so deep inside
    That it just leaves you in want

    See, treating life like material
    So easy to replace
    Walking through relationships
    All piling like waste
    It just keeps you in pain
    As more of you breaks
    And the whole world can see it
    But they’re conditioned to take

    It is time to ponder life
    Let our minds be unfurled
    And quit letting pain
    Be the center of your world
    Find value in others
    Quit waging these wars
    Let the empire cease
    So that love can restore

    Because all life has purpose
    Yet all are disguised
    Because we all know the same hurt
    And have believed the same lies
    So don’t let it be a guide
    Time to open your heart
    Because love’s the only thing
    That will not tear it apart

    Life lesson
    101
    Nothing can save the world
    Greater than love
    And it starts with an action
    Without need of reply
    And until you learn to love
    You’re never truly alive

    © HeartOfBabel

  • heartofbabel 7w

    [ Current ]

    Wildly transforming
    Toss me in the fire
    Refine me to the purest
    In all that I aspire
    Consume me in affection
    Permeate desire
    Breathing in the life
    Of all that I transpire

    Never giving up
    Never backing down
    Try to keep my focus
    As this world keeps spinning round
    Trying not to dizzy
    Try to keep the ground
    Eyes always searching
    So I know what is around

    But ultimately I
    Don’t have much control
    Life is always moving
    And it never seems to slow
    So I try to hold on tight
    Because I don’t really know
    What will happen the next moment
    Just a mystery yet shown

    Pursuits of my desires
    If but only in a dream
    Laid my head upon the pillow
    But it isn’t what it seems
    Lying there, wide awake
    Mind like a machine
    Churning, burning constantly
    Amygdala in me

    Feeling the emotions
    Flooding all the roads
    New pathways open up
    Which way should I go
    Currents pull in all directions
    There’s so many rabbit holes
    So I focus on the light
    And it’s wonderments of hope

    Capture my attention
    Distract me from the pain
    Keep me from temptation
    Of being led astray
    Tired of the letdown
    Tired of dismay
    But the sun went down and rose again
    To show a brighter day

    Now rising into hope
    A smile on my face
    Walked through a war zone
    And escaped from the disgrace
    Now knowing only passion
    Joy set ablaze
    Learning to stay happy
    Because what I have is grace

    Rejoicing in the presence
    Knowing I’m alright
    Laid my weapons down
    For there’s no reason to fight
    Victory, right in hand
    Manifest delight
    As my burdens shed their weight
    To the redemption of my life

    © heartofbabel

    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen
    #Introspection

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    [ Current ]

  • heartofbabel 7w

    [ The Blasphemer ]

    They say labor, perpetually
    For the sake of your existence
    Just put a smile on
    And pretend that it’s a privilege
    That you live in a dream
    Instead of in a prison
    Where a veil over your eyes
    Is the epitome of wisdom

    And when you ask out
    What is the meaning of life
    All religions recite
    “It is strife, it is strife”
    It is blood sacrifice
    At the end of a knife
    Dreams buried deep
    To let death suffice

    So labor in vanity
    Set your sights to the plough
    Through blood, sweat and tears
    May it silence your mouth
    May you never object
    May you never doubt
    May you flow with the current
    Of a mindless crowd

    All following suit
    All striving for stature
    For titles that evaporate
    Quicker than the rapture
    Finding your identity
    In something that is captured
    Losing your identity
    To a system manufactured

    While your most earnest of dreams
    Are suppressed and sequestered
    And the regret of your actions
    Through the years start to fester
    But instead of seeing truth
    You condemn the protesters
    Casting off your shame
    From the life you have entered

    And you boast and you gloat
    And you marvel for nothing
    Dreams long abandoned
    While you sit here just judging
    Sought the approval of masses
    In the hopes of becoming
    A product of the system
    In a life so disgusting

    With so much invested
    You can’t turn back now
    Your dreams are a phantom
    Haunting a forgotten vow
    While you’re pressing on forward
    Your hand to the plough
    To strive without purpose
    Which is what you have allowed

    No one here to blame
    Except only for yourself
    Such a pitiful picture
    That you have compelled
    And you judge and you jury
    And you execute hell
    As you blaspheme the dreams
    Which you had once held

    ©heartofbabel

    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen
    #Introspection

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    [ The Blasphemer ]

  • heartofbabel 7w

    [ Grasp ]

    Living for achievements
    Try to stake a claim
    Just faking all our smiles
    And stowing away our shame
    I hate this ceaseless misery
    I hate to wear these chains
    That rattle in anxiety
    Drowning me in pain

    We are not living life
    And everything I see
    Every title and accomplishment
    Means nothing to me
    Working hard to get there
    And yet it’s still vanity
    There is only one thing I want
    And that is to be free

    Free from the mindsets
    We’ve come to be conditioned
    Because Truth is so much greater
    Than our fabricated missions
    Bored of all the titles
    Tired of religions
    Head upon a plaque
    Like a trophy mount, envisioned

    Displayed there in stature
    Slowly collecting dust
    You place your faith, it fades away
    No value which to trust
    Feel the hesitation
    Panic in a rush
    Brain inside a box that’s caught
    It’s so hard to adjust

    Try to shake it once again
    This foolishness of deed
    For anything outside of love
    Has no fruit in it’s seeds
    An attaboy at best
    But it’s nothing to concede
    Toss it to the wayside
    And there’s nothing left but weeds

    All that you have done
    What was it you obtained
    Did you finally reach your dreams
    Or is it someone else’s fame
    Was it worth to live a lie
    Shackled and enchained
    To think of all that you have done
    Yet you still live ashamed

    Everything was focused
    Roads already paved
    Ordained inspirations
    Societal praise
    Distraction on distraction
    A rat within a maze
    Efforts at full throttle
    Just to have a pretty grave

    The dead bury the dead
    Economies collapse
    Earthquake in the mindset
    As you try to gain a grasp
    Steady, keep your focus
    Try not to relapse
    For dreams can fade away
    And you may never get them back

    ©heartofbabel

    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen
    #Purpose #Introspection

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    [ Grasp ]

  • heartofbabel 8w

    [ Doubt ]

    What abyss is there?
    In anything but doubt?
    Fleeting in it’s hold
    As I am but less devout
    While only mind can hear
    Unless it’s spoke aloud
    Just a shadow in a thought
    Needing heed for it’s surmount

    Distance, separation
    Maybe that is where it’s held
    Where truth has been abandoned
    And all of hope is but dispelled
    Where love is but a word
    Oh so easily withheld
    That we form into militias
    To wage in war as we rebel

    Tyranny, it calls
    To be our propaganda
    To tell us who we are
    Until we’ve grown into a slander
    The rules that they exhibit
    Are like chains we couldn’t handle
    And when the flag waves in the sky
    We salute to our commander

    The sins of our fathers
    The allegiance to a master
    So abused by its act
    We’ve found comfort in disaster
    So amused by the pact
    That war’s become our capture
    Life so easily expelled
    All existence is in a fracture

    Canyons opened up
    To the corruption of a cistern
    Poison is the water
    Yet we drink it as an intern
    Burning who we are
    Until we’re reduced to a cinder
    Shaming us from love
    Until all we are is a sinner

    Left within a cavern
    No means for our escape
    This darkness overbearing
    Blinding us in hate
    We wanted something else
    Yet our dreams have seemed to fade
    Till all that’s left is doubt
    With no hope for anything

    A simple cause to question
    To steal your will of life
    To keep you veiled from seeing
    Refraining you from sight
    To keep in fear of freedom
    So you will never fight
    For life is far more worthy
    When you’re basking in the light

    We have all been charged
    To be held to an account
    Convinced to fear the sentence
    In how our burdens will amount
    But if truth will bring us freedom
    Then we cannot do without
    For there is not a verdict
    In anything but doubt

    ©heartofbabel

    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen
    #Doubt #Identity #Introspection #Purpose

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    [ Doubt ]

  • heartofbabel 8w

    [ Break The Habit ]

    Creativity wants to be birthed from me
    All my day dreams wanting to escape their solitude
    I want it too, but I keep doubt holding me down
    While the congress in my mind continually argues excuse
    Maybe I’m not cursed, maybe I’m just clearly a fool
    To hold talents and vision to lapse in synapse
    My collective works of art all fragments of thought
    Will I release them one day or just choose to relapse

    While dreams fan the embers trying to ignite this flame
    While I’m holding my breath just hoping for change
    It’s a shame because my vision maintains to be blurry
    And I won’t hurry out to greet what I feel is estranged
    For I like my comforts and all that’s familiar
    But don’t think that I’m lazy in this imagination
    I’ve lived more lives than I’m willing to confess
    And that might be enough, as I figure, in relation

    Yet some like a more institutionalized way
    Where the weight of success is a constant demand
    Start a rat race for a title to claim
    To the applause of a corporate command
    But sometimes the gutter holds treasures and shade
    And I’m more apt to just stoop to that level
    For I’d rather have nothing then the pride of a slave
    Enchanted, advocating the devil

    Relax, it’s a fact, the idols of religion
    Are a manifest destiny in all of our trades
    Trained like an animal, shaped in behavior
    To the display of identity through these parades
    But I’m tired of marching to tunes undistinguished
    From every other cult that sings their own praise
    So until my dreams are clear, I’ll just stay in this place
    And try not to feel burdened by the means of delay

    Life might be short but why rush to mistake
    To forsake who you are in exchange of promotion
    When you could hone your own skill, though it may not be staged
    Is it still not a worthy devotion
    I think it might be, so I’ll continue to dream
    And if some fade away, well it is what it is
    After all, what nightmare would come to arise
    If I was granted every one of my wishes

    So I’ll wrestle with patience, impatient, impatience
    Dancing twelve rounds with doubt and assurance
    I’ll take my own beating and rise, and repeating
    In the hopes I’ll still find my endurance
    Don’t need approval, don’t need the applause
    Yet sometimes I still crave it in panic
    Trauma as it surfaced, to heal to a purpose
    In the hopes I’ll finally break the habit

    ©heartofbabel

    #HeartOfBabel #Babel #GaratheDen
    #Identity #Introspection #Purpose

    #Rise #WOD

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    [ Break The Habit ]

  • infectiouswordspoetry 10w

    Let’s spill out a truth,
    I don’t want to the be person,
    Who’s always in the ‘near-to-Godliness’ list
    Of good people
    I don’t want to feel like that
    Cause not what I aimed for.
    I want to feel like me,
    Like how my skin smells, and words speaks
    Like how shut I’m
    But still spreading the wings to all
    And I haven’t said this to anyone.
     
    Today I woke up with
    Someone’s name on my mouth and mind.
    And that’s so rare of me.
    It was just today. And its date
    That linger in my mind,
    Every time on this date of this month.
    Still the person doesn’t care.
    And I still continued to spend the entire day
    With her in my head,
    His face and smile dropping now and then to say a ‘Hi!’
     
    Does this happen to you?
    Do you live in the past sometimes?
    Do you feel like seeing a specific person on a specific day?
    Is the separation so hard?
     
    On some days,
    Even you should telling yourselves n me,
    Past is past
    I’ll heal sooner or later
    And now you have today, tomorrow,
    Could you lend me your Imperfections?

    ©infectiouswordspoetry

  • the_healer_idealist 11w

    Walk on eggshells?
    Or walk away?
    Why do I even ask,
    When I know some places I'm not meant to stay?
    Sacrifice my peace to protect another's ego?
    Continue feeling uneasy?
    Wallowing in self-doubt?
    But isn't that environment simply too toxic for me?
    Continue having them clip my wings?
    Never being set free?

    ©the_healer_idealist

  • nikitam_ 12w

    हवा बेहया

    कभी कभी लगता है, मैं हवा हूं,
    बस बह रही हूं
    फर्क बस इतना है,
    हवा के पास दिशा है
    और मैं, बेमतलब।

    गूंज उठती हूं कभी
    किन्ही किवाड़ों से टकराकर
    और कभी ऐसे हूं
    मानो किसी को अहसास ही नहीं
    कि मैं भी हूं।

    जहां दबाव ज्यादा हो,
    वहां रुकना मुझे पसंद नहीं,
    और जब बह चलती हूं स्वतंत्र
    तो उड़ जाते हैं शाख से पत्ते
    घरों से छत, छतों से कपड़े।

    ©nikitam_

  • thebhavnasaxena 13w

    Shatter

    In the book of life,
    She had meant to write
    A story of a conquering
    Warrior queen, but instead
    She turns the pages to find, the tale
    Of a wicked queen, holding onto
    Her crown even as her fingers bleed
    And her throne is adorned with the
    Bones of countless innocents.
    She tears up the pages,
    Her book stained crimson.

    In the masquerade of life,
    She wished, nay, longed to be the Venus,
    All beauty, all grace, all charm, and
    The power of a goddess, at midnight,
    The masks come off, and the mirror
    On the wall shows her a Medusa, her own
    Gaze turning her to stone, cold, unfeeling,
    She hates the mirror, let it shatter
    Beneath her feet.

    Let her bleed, drain her out,
    She carries vile blood in her veins
    And vendettas poison her heart,
    How did this happen, she tries to
    Recall, but statues just are, their
    Memories frozen in some pocket
    Of oblivion, statues do not bleed,
    So if this be the curse she put upon
    Herself, let her fall from the mountain
    Of her vanity and let her break.
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • sheena 16w

    A Proposal

    "I don't know how to lay this out but, trust me when I say this; I know every little detail of you even the one's you never showed to anyone. I know your figments of imagination that keeps you drowning in an ocean of tomorrow's and what if's. I know the glee in your heart that tramples all the other things when you own something that speaks of certain memories to you. You are scared of breaking your heart, even the tiniest scratch makes you think it will stay for eternity. However, even if you claim to love others you are more into just one thing. I am that little thing you have been loving the most for all this time. That's me. You, yourself for you love yourself the most out of all."

    .......a proposal from me, to myself

    ©sheena

  • soulo_scribbles 17w

    Midnight introspection

    Sleepless night on spaced straws.
    Dreaming above scarred stars.
    Esoterics Guidance paving paths,
    Crickets and fireflies, racing hearts.

    Curiously landed,
    Reason beseeched
    On insomnia amity,
    Presuming bigotry.

    Remorse and regrets
    pain of the past,
    Fears and foresights
    fickle in the future.

    Subtle and straightforward
    Mumbling minds.
    Persistently prevailing
    Numbing bide.

    Sacrifices, desperation
    Penance to oblation.

    Euthanasia;
    Never was an option in future.
    Insomnia;
    might as well try to venture.


    ©soulo_scribbles

  • she_wrote 18w

    What should I become for you?

    I thought for a while and then decided what I should become for you.

    It began with the thought of being your sunshine reaching to the point of being the river – submerging your queries and unnecessary worries. Should I be the rain pouring at the metal cladded balcony of your house, waiting for you to come out and admire me? Or should I be the breeze comforting your heart on late afternoons when you suddenly realise that it’s been hours since you raised your neck to look at time and you are late for your conference like always? Should I be the folded page of the current read you keep at your bedside to read at night? Or should I be the bottle of wine kept in the cabinet for special times?

    What should I become that you take notice of my existence?

    After a zillion thoughts I reached on a conclusion and decided to be nothing and everything to you. I would just remain me, the warm person who is made of all the essential five elements you come to at the end of the day. Nothing less, nothing more. Just me to you.
    ©she_wrote
    Kanchan Balodi

  • snehajacob 19w

    Trust

    A moment is enough to break someone's trust, but it takes a lot of effort to regain it back or maybe not.
    ©snehajacob

  • bananidaschowdhury3_9 21w

    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.

    #rainbow #wod

    #mirakee #writersnetwork

    #bananidc #rimwrites #bananidcwrites #rimsmusings
    #asthevigbyorspeltitsmeaning

    #writersofmirakee #wordporn #writing #words #hope #motivation #foodforthought #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #introspection #philosophy #insights #vibgyor #colour #life #earth #life #writers #poets #writerscommunity #poetsandwriters #writings

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    AS THE VIBGYOR
    SPELT ITS MEANING . . .


    To this morning
    as I woke up from the sleep
    and was unlocking my phone
    to check the time,
    my eyes got struck
    on that beautiful rainbow
    shinning graciously
    upon that locked screen
    I took a screenshot of it and
    felt wow, how wonderful it is

    I felt thoughtful then
    and reminisced the times
    I saw rainbows
    upon the sky for real
    how many times but

    It's indeed a rare sight.
    Infact I saw a rainbow literally
    twice of double years backs might be
    And that day I felt so happy on seeing that

    Suddenly deep inside I felt something
    as I came across the term "Rainbow"
    yet again in another part of the very day
    over here

    It grinded a deep insight within
    Why did the image of that very rainbow
    actually peeped through my phone's lockscreen
    It felt as a synchronicity
    of that universal language,
    deepening mine soul
    to dive deep into
    some soulful introspection

    What's rainbow actually is
    Merger of seven colours
    yet holding its uniqueness
    Standing in solidarity
    to shine vividly
    over this wide horizon,
    that whoever comes across a rainbow,
    they feel the beauty of VIBGYOR in unison,
    as the complete phenomenon

    Rainbows are a deeper concept
    I felt
    More than just seven colours
    It's teaching the power of unity
    Togetherness looks so royal

    It took the sun and the rain together
    to make an art of a rainbow
    It would take lights of our hearts
    to colour the darknesses all around
    to make a rainbow above our own clouds

    If only all the colours of this living cosmos
    can co-exist in harmony
    with each other
    then how vibrant as rainbow
    this planet would be worth living for

    Rainbow, coming as sign today
    is making me lightful in prayers
    to hope for this better world !


    ©bananidaschowdhury3_9

  • drsuryakantsahu 21w

    ये समय है आत्मचिंतन का..
    जरा बाहर और भीतर की अनवरत कोलाहल के बीच समय निकालकर कर शांतिपूर्वक स्वयं से बातें कीजिए.. कुछ प्रश्नों के उत्तर खुद से पूछने का प्रयत्न कीजिए... क्योंकी ये भी... जरूरी है!!
    #miraquee #poetry #life #Lockdown #Introspection
    #hindikavita #muktak #penbysurya

    मेरे ब्लॉग्स पढ़ें suryakant24.blogspot.com पर (link in bio)

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    जरूरी है

    उठो, थोड़ा शांत बैठो
    झांको खुद के भीतर
    ये वही समय है ना
    जिसके, ना मिलने की
    करते थे शिकायत अक्सर
    जिसके पीछे भागते थे,
    आज ये वही है अवसर
    शांत-चित्त हो बैठो,
    न अधिक कोई यत्न करो
    स्वयं को खोजने का प्रयत्न करो

    तुमने दुनिया बहुत देख ली
    भीतर भी तो चरण करो
    खुद ही खुद का करो सामना
    और शंकाओं का शमन करो
    बहुतों का साथ दिया तुमने पर
    पाया किसका, कितना साथ
    कौन पराया, अपना कौन
    अंतस में तुम मनन करो
    सबकी करके थके अहो!
    हां, करो, अपनी जतन करो

    याद करो पिछली बार
    कब खुद से की थी बात
    स्वयं से रख सरोकार,
    बाकी सबको करके गौण,
    पल भर के लिए, हो मौन,
    अपनी उपलब्धि पर खुश हुए
    या किसी गलती के लिए,
    जी भर खुद को लिया कोस
    अपने अंतर्द्वंद्वों से जो जीत जाओगे
    तब बालक की सी नींद पाओगे

    (पूरा पढ़ें मेरे ब्लॉग suryakant24.blogspot.com पर,
    जिसका link मेरे प्रोफाइल पर है)

    समय निकालकर अपने लिए
    बैठना जरूरी है
    मन की,  कर्मों की, विचारों की
    विवेचना जरूरी है
    सामाजिक व्यवहारों का
    आचरण भी जरूरी है
    पर भीतर पसरे प्रश्नों का
    निराकरण भी जरूरी है
    मन रूपी उपवन में 'सूर्य'
    भ्रमण जरूरी है

    -सूर्यकांत साहू 'सूर्य'

    ©drsuryakantsahu

    (Blog post published on suryakant24.blogspot.com
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