Just stopping by. I can see a lot has changed since the last time I was here except that it still feels like home As I am hitting a new low period in my life I couldn't help but pen down a random thought on my secret abode. A tribute and a thank you note to Mirakee. And I hope you all are doing well. Stay blessed. Thanks and much love to all of you. @mirakee#thankyou#life#poetry#inspiration#thoughts
#ceesartlove challenge by @carolyns_challenges_and_quotes Thank you for this amazing challenge... I was so confused which one to use in this challenge out of my many favorites...at last, I landed up on this one. The painting is named as Current By: Vladimir Kush (he is a great Surrealist artist of the present.) I tried to illustrate the art in my words, here's a little information about this painting:
Current Year:2000 12 X 15 Inches
The painter draws a clear analogy between current lines and growth rings of a tree. For annual rings reflect the current of time, the time stream. And I have written what it speaks to me.
My entry for the #ceeslovmon challenge by @carolyns_challenges_and_quotes thank you for this wonderful challenge...it really makes one realize the positives and negatives about self and this process of self-loving/praising is a really great therapy when you are feeling low in your life.
But yaa the way Carolyn Ma'am has stated in her challenge post that's extremely valuable, worth a read and we should and we must always remember that... Don't forget the "We" while you are busy with your very own "I" as being Egoistic and being Proud have a very thin line in between ...try not to cross it. Not just for others but it's extremely harmful to you yourself. Have a great day ahead. God bless @amor_dios thanks for the push Darlo❤
#lyricsch1 challenge by @anonymous_pheonix....I don't know the deadline crossed or not..but this song "When I was Younger" by singer Liz Lawrence is just so so soo very close to my heart so added few lines and tried to change the situation of the song without messing up with the essence and the feel of the song. Thank you @amor_dios for the tag on the challenge post. Else I would have missed this beautiful inspiration. I don't know how many of you have heard this song...but yaa try if not....Hope you'll like it.
This is a collab post by some of the old residents of this home. (me), my_cup_of_poetry, pranat03, coldplaydreams, moiteryee, pen_and_paper, phoenicorn, allbymyself and dream_of_a_reader I adore you guys ❤️
The following piece is dedicated to @nivi07, who inspired me to start a movement I've named "Poets Penning for Peace." If you'd like to take part in this positive effort, please see the most recent post on my @carolyns_challenges account for further information. ♥️♥️
EMBRACE THE RACE by Carolyn Glackin Let me keep this real simple Let me make myself clear It's time to put aside anger It's time to let go of fear
In fact, it's time to embrace The whole human race Before hatred takes over And lays us to waste!
I will not rest easy In the eye of the storm I'm here to discuss this I'm not here to conform
It's ok to be proud Of your gender or creed But please bear in mind We're all red when we bleed
Don't search for more reasons That set us apart Though we have different thoughts We're the same in our hearts
Stand strong in yourself That's important, it's true But also remember None are lesser than you
We come in all colors All shapes and all sizes So why do some feel that They must wear disguises?
No one should ever Have to hide who they are You hail from above My dear, you're a star!
You don't need to be darker Or lighter or thinner My friend, you're divine! You're already a winner!!
Can we talk about skin tones For a moment, at least? After all I've been hearing I'm really not pleased!
What gave you the notion You can judge based on skin? Never mind outer shells Seek the being within!
See, we got this Creator Up above who's divine Who deems every color As lovely and fine
And I'm sure it's offensive To see us this way Add odds with each other At war every day
Our Earthly descriptors Should not cause discrimination It's time to realize We're ONE people! ONE nation!
These matters of country And city and state Are very poor reasons To cause us to hate
Those facts are just fiction Please believe me, please do! Let's not let false dividers Come between me and you!
This world is in chaos It's alarming, it's scary Our minds are conflicted Our hearts are so weary
Our souls long for home The heavens are calling The Creator awaits us So how come we're stalling?
I'll tell you the reason! We're not done here yet! It's time to set this mess right Let's not leave with regret!
Don't put this on others It's our job, and I mean it We ALL made this mess So we ALL need to clean it!
So come on, let's get started Not a moment to waste Time to love one another Let's embrace our WHOLE race! Copyright Carolyn Glackin 6/22/2020
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Life's not easy for any one . Her graph changes from time to time . But what keeps us going is this hope .. That storms if there will one day pass .
Refer - Lorn - lost , ruined Nemesism -Frustration, anger, or aggression directed inward, toward oneself and one's way of living . Coruscate - shining , sparkle Abate - become less intense Insouciant - free from worries
In the end, we are all mere stars of a constellation that may or may not be the favourite one of a little child who longs to float across the sparkling galaxy shimmering with stardust of the charred ones. Children are told that their loved ones who are no more physically present with them become some distant star that shines brighter than the rest and somehow guides them through a harsh journey called life. My star is the closest one, the sun. How lovely it would be to take a stroll in the garden of cosmos, take a whiff of the beguiling clouds, maybe crush the unearthly soil of mars in your hands, pluck a few stars and press them between the pages of your favourite novel so you can catch a glimpse of nostalgia two light years later, take a few pictures of the mesmerising nebula and later find some flaws in it's skin that you thought was perfect and also maybe probe the depth of the black hole, see if it's deeper than your soul. Oh how lovely it would be.
In the end, we are all just shallow figures in the polaroid of a tired photographer who claims to capture moments with a snap of fingers. A photographer who tries to find happiness in others for he lost his a long time ago, the way a bird loses it's feathers. How blessed are we to be able to relive the memories, or are we cursed that memories have such a strong grip on us? The same smiles that were so charming back then, now haunt a trail with no train that hits the nerve cord out of the blue and announces the innocent soul brain dead. And no miracle is capable enough to revive a wrecked soul, for it has lost it's essence, the sole purpose of living.
In the end, we are just splashes of colours on the canvas of a trifing artist, whose works may or may not become masterpieces, for he is a lonely soul who paints with the dull shades oozing from the cracks of his fragile heart wrapped in bandages of grey, now torn and tattered. Colours are not mere colours, they are hues of emotions felt by only a few lucky ones. Can one live with a lonely shade for their whole life? Would it be better to blend them all and take the risk or play safe and maybe later regret and clench fists? To be immersed in the silk of purple or drenched in the rain of blue, how about both or maybe all? But life isn't so kind, for what about the colourblind?
In the end, we are just scant words of a forlorn lover inking woes of his unrequited love hoping it would bloom into something not in it's roots. Sometimes words don't heal, they just give a feeling of unwanted numbness added to the misery resides in the dark corners of heart and refuses to pay any charge. A poet doesn't necessarily write from the core of his heart, sometimes the words are shallow, deceiving and laced with spells to keep you hooked, to keep you from peeking inside the heart, the heart that's as caliginous as the cloudy sky before the storm, that is so grotesque and tender that no verses of poetry can dissolve the coat of rusty acid enveloping the surface completely.
In the end, we are just mere actors waiting to be hired for the play of the season, thinking, to live it would be a significant enough reason. Trying to fit in, to stand out like the rest, rehearsing the same script over and over again, not realising it's meant to be a candid play and not some elegant broadway. Some get tired of being the backup artists and leave everything half way because they fail to see it's how they perceive and not what the world deems to be fit. I was desperately trying to be the brightest star, the one that sheds light to infinities so far, the one who is better and different, but then I met the moon, so pale and full of scars, and yet I was swooned. Whether to steal someone else's limelight or create your own from a galaxy full of charms and potions bright, is a simple choice.
So in the end, we are just humans endeavouring to find who we are in the end.