Any outside criticism or approval somehow colors the assurance in our soul..!
Thursday, April 4, 2024
Colour of that moment
IN THE CHANGING HUES OF RELATIONSHIPS..
WE NEED TO REMEMBER WE ARE MUCH MORE THAN THE COLOR OF THAT MOMENT..
Colour of life
If mourning is quiet grief in our hearts..
Then celebration is vibrant joy.. And In these hues of
• emotion the most heartening is the color of life.
Canvas of life
In the canvas of our life, we only get to choose the hues, defining a sketch already drawn
Dancing
With amazing
'coolness' the breeze flirts impishly..
Dancing uplifting my spirits into a
sensorial ballet..
Creating Releasing». pockets of joy that smile involuntarily..
the sea no less
immune bursting in ripples of laughter as it continues to hold hands with every drop and whirls across its surface..
Windows
just fringes of a self that needs to be touched.. and hands guiding in this search unknown.. step
ino as hesitant.. unsure..
we surrender.. in awe of this unfolding.. these windows that we can see.. but others hold the key . gently helping us walk this maze of our self.. and we see the magic. and we feel the mystery.. and we move towards meanings held in this lifetime.. slowly flowering within us.. and we look in these eyes.. mixed emotions..
every moment an introduction.. every moment a goodbye..
Waves of self
Waves of feeling distorting images.. the reality of which stands true.. the reflection in our eyes. blurring.. turbulent.. shifting to fit us in.. our thoughts, our emotions.. our perceptions.. creating havoc within us.. moving disturbing.. changing reality as we
see it. creating a world of sketched images.. sometimes beautiful. sometimes ugly.. but nevertheless our creations.. to rejoice or rue.. where individuality remains unchanged.. unmarred. each aches for an acceptance.. struggling to swim through this sea of emotions. thirsting for something just out of reach.. yet again that ripple becomes a whirlpool.. yet another image... another world. we try to crumble. erode. what was dear to us.. to suit a picture of our own making.. sadly
losing our way. compulsive artists.. these waves of 'self.. could we overcome...
Differently
An image paints for us differently, words speak to us
differently, silence breathes in
us
differently, life means to us..
differently..
Trodden paths
have we at some point fallen in the trap of trodden paths.. curtailing the freedom each is born with.. following a 'set' pattern for life.. as individuality shackled.. weeps at this injustice.. for no two people were meant to be alike..
Touch love
each time we try to touch
love
and feel it's essence soaking.. drenching. drowning us..
we feel the joy of the rain.. and life.. and freshness.. pelting us like countless
darts
igniting our very soul into lighting up. with joy and we dance.. and skip clear laughter ringing all around. cleansing our very
Being
with shards of ethereal rays sparkling within and
without
and we let go. crumbling forming. and we feel whole. alive.. as in awe we see the meaning of life alluringly swirl in the palm of our hand..
Still every soul weeps
Still every soul weeps.. for
in this quest to eradicate
illiteracy. none ever
thought.. of 'educating the one thing that lives
On.. in this quest to
eradicate poverty. none ever thought.. of
'enriching' the one thing
that lives on.. in this
quest to eradicate diseases.. none ever thought of healing' the one thing that lives on..
Unmatched soul
let us see the beauty unfolding all around let us hear music in the rustle of leaves or birdsong
let us taste a single moment and enjoy it's flavor
let us breathe the fresh fragrance of damp earth
let us feel the touch of life in every atom, every pore
let us celebrate the magic of an
unmatched soul
Believe
if only we believe in ourselves
more.. and let the 'light' in our heart reflect in another.. instead of letting the
"darkness" in another reflect in us..
Wednesday, January 31, 2024
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