First, they become your Friend, Then your Enemy. First, they become your Supporter, Then your Competitor. First, they will Motivate u, Then try to Destroy u. First, they will become your Lover, Then your biggest Hater. First, they will have Fun with u, Then will make Fun of u.
So, every person have two faces/ two different personalities.... different for different people.... Like good for some, bad for many. It's very difficult to understand...But one day, we will surely find them, as the TIME goes on.... #time#people#faces#change
As there are different colours , their are different varieties of people too. As there are some dark colours , their are some people with dark minds too. And as there are some bright and soft colours , their are also some people who are really humble and vibrant. There some annoying colours that hurts our eyes , similarly there are some people, when we saw them, they really hurts us. As colours can change their shapes and sizes according to their needs, people in this world similarly change there faces according to their situations. And lastly I would say simply say that "Different people represents different Colours , But it's our choice, which one we Choose."
As soon as there is a provocation or a mistake made, or a troubling situation that comes up, we very quickly forgot all the good that others have or the good that others have done for us. Gratitude is firstly about a sharp memory. (Memory of all the kindness, services & good that we have received).It is then about action, reciprocation showing our goodness. By letting go of the one-off blunder that may happen & to positively continue our relationship with others. So, let us not wipe off the good that others have done for us, just because of some small mistakes, situations or incidents.
I'm a drop of water. A fresh one indeed. Flowing along with my kin, in large groups called rivers, I nourish my green colored siblings.We paint the lanscape with globe's hue - green & blue. I quench thirst of creatures with spores,scales,fins,wings & limbs. But most of all , I'm happy to be part of human life.Humans are eldest & most favourite sons of earth. They nurture our mother nature & worship me as god.I'm honored to serve them.
I'm a drop of water. A rare one indeed .I'm a survivor amid my deteriorating kin. I'm no longer clear and blue But stained with chemicals of brown hue & grey poisons of smoke.Even new-borns in my kin come from sky with sulphur residues. I try to quench thirst of my loyal siblings but I kill them with toxics. Humans are the reason for this destruction and I'm flowing through ceramic tap to satisfy their greed. I can see their end coming.
I'm a drop of water. The last one indeed. My kin is dead. Many of species are extinct. Homosapiens are dying as a result of their own sin. Mother earth has turned into a parched graveyard.This Scenario has no hue. All around only death, pain and sorrow. I am sliding through throat of last person of selfish human race. I, last drop of water, am dying & so is last human.
~ Manasaa 31.08.2020
PS : Each drop strucuture narrates the perspective of water drop in past, present and future ( If humans continue to be careless) respectively. Save water!
So i am here to share my struggles to read profound or abstruse writings.. Hope!! You all will be able to relate with it.. (In humorous way..)
While scrolling found any writing*
Brain to hand:- Ruk ! Ruk ! Ruk ! Hand:- Le bhai ruk gaya.. Brain to eyes:- Padh to be kha likha hai.. Eyes:- Jane dijiye sir it's complexive.. Brain:- Bhai hai na!! Tension nhi lene ka.. Brain to tongue:- Haan bhai padh!! (Tongue dictates the line..) Brain:- Ruk! Ruk! Ruk! Haan ye word ka meaning ka hota hai.. Memory:- Humko nhi pata.. Pehle kabhi nhi padhe.. Brain to hands:- Dictionary khol to be.. (Hands open the dictionary and searches it...) Brain:- Accha to ee hot hai.. Brain to hands:- Vapas se khola ! (Again opens it*) [ Confused brain trying to read, with the meaning] Brain:- Ee to nhi lag raha!! Lagta hai Metaphor use kiya hai.. Samajh me nhi de raha hai.. Brain to heart:- Samajh to be ka likha hai!! Deep feelings ka maamla lagta hai.. (Heart tries to understand...) Heart:- Dekh bhai!! Apan hai seedha sadha bandaa, itna complexive humko samajh nhi aata. Tu isko simple karo pehle phir, jitna feeling lena ho le liyo.. Brain to eyes:- Dobara acche se to padh!! Eyes:- Sir jane dijiye bura lagega apko, par apse ho nhi payega.. Brain:- Kahe be.. Eyes:- Dekhiye dimag apke pass bacha nhi hai.. sab overthinking mein waste kar chuke hain.. Ab dekh dekh ke dard ho raha hai.. Brain:- Accha beta!!.. apne kaam pe dhyaan do jyada sikhao nhi..♀️ (After sometime brain solves the poem) Brain to heart:- Feeling lo to be.. Heart:- Bahut hi umda hai sir.. Maja aa gaya..."Buddhi bahut tej hai apka".. Brain:- Brain to eyes:- Heart:- Sir turn that white heart to Brain to hand:- kar to be.. Heart:- Sir comment bhi kar dijiye na accha sa.. Brain to memory:- Dekho to be koi accha sa word batao.. Memory:- Very good.. Brain:- Bhkkk!!! LKG ka baacha hai.. Memory:- "Jitta mil raha hai lailo, nhi ye bhi nhi milega"... Kabhi acchi book padhi hai, humesha l.k.g ki book hi padhi hai.. Aur itna jaldi yaad hota hai kya, ek baar me..Revise kiye ho kabhi.. Jyada bano nhi humse.. Brain:- Inke alag hi nakhre hai..♀️ Accha adarniya ma'am dekh lijiye kuchh accha mil jaye to.. Memory: Haan mila splendid.. Brain:- Perfect.. Brain to hand:- Type karo to be.. Creativity:- Rukiye sir ek heart bhi daal dijiye na.. sada sada accha nhi laga raha hai aur ye bhi.. Brain:- Accha..
Words . Written with flair .. Spoken with conviction .. Are convincing only when emotions are braided into them . Then they become pieces of art , That remain etched in time as stories , ballads , songs to remember . I often struggle with my words . Trying my best to weave them into a meaningful existence . But there are times when I miserably fail . How can I write when my heart doesn't feel that vibe ? Writers , poets are people with a keen sense of perceiving things in a manner unique to each . That's why one word can be written in a million hues .. Only because it was felt differently by a poet's heart . That's the power of emotions . They turn rock into gold .