#introspection

120 posts
  • the_pensive_pen 1h

    Writing is

    Not just expression of
    Trapped ideas,
    Unexpressed emotions,
    Flying imagination,
    Forbidden fantasies.

    It is joy
    It is freedom
    It is play
    It is inner peace
    It is introspection
    It is exploration

    @the_pensive_pen

  • the_birdiebee 16h

    Meanwhile in search for love

    In the mid of the sky, she was like a star hoping for some twinkle, untouched by love, wondering what it is like to be loved, searching for the hope that would help her discover love, then suddenly she stopped, a sudden realization occurred, she learned, she learned self love. Self belief, self acceptance and self interaction was all she needed. Now she no longer search for love. Now she believes love will search for her . The true one will love her for loving herself. She is patient, she will wait. Until then she is indulged in discovering herself. She dreams that one day she will become the most twinkling star ever.
    ©the_birdiebee

  • abhilekh 20h

    बूमरैंग सी टेढ़ी है लाइफ की पगडंडियाँ। लेकिन इस ज़िन्दगी का मज़ा भी बूमरैंग जैसे होने में ही है। थोड़ी कोशिश और शिद्दत, कुछ हिम्मत और कुछ ताक़त। जो फेंको वही पलट के वापस... सत्य को सत्य, झूट को झूठ, फरेब को फरेब। ज़िन्दगी आम भी है और खास भी.. चाहे बूमरैंग समझ के खेलो और ज़िन्दगी का मज़ा ले लो या फिर घुमावदार पगडंडियों पर आत्मविश्वास से निकल पड़ो... कुछ तो मिलेगा ही, बस ठहरना मत। तुम्हें तो बस, दिशा तय कर के लक्ष्य को भेदना है। तो आज़माओ अपनी किस्मत और अपना ज़ोर।

    ©abhilekh

  • saimkhan107 1w

    Desires I curse.

    The day began, the sun smiled
    At me and on all the life
    I woke up with a grin, my arms raised
    Striking off the chains
    I get down, out of one of my luxuries
    Without a word of gratitude
    Just me and my pride, went off to face life.

    Just a step outside into the scorching heat
    And me eyelids clenched,
    Cursing the warmth, with music in my ears
    I went on in my pride, drenched
    Still cursed what I had, what wasn’t satisfactory
    Still cursed my desires, that weren’t statuary
    Cursed all that I didn’t have,
    But still craved it all

    Furious, kicked a pebble, that rolled over and over
    On the uneven ground, pushed itself across
    To a pair of feet that I saw,
    Belonging to a man as righteous as a pride

    He didn’t have a top to wear
    But his chest was covered with cuts
    His back with a cardigan drenched with wounds
    His arms had sleeves brimming with wounds
    And my feet stopped stiffer than ever

    Gazing towards the man, then out of nowhere
    Came his hand, with his fists clenched
    Around a whip, without judging
    What’s wrong or right?
    The righteous man, with all his might
    Swung his arms round his pace
    And the whip turned to his skin
    Red and white

    His eyes had tears, glistening with ghosts
    But the bruises revolted
    “Stop being a wimp!”
    His feet shivered, his fists quivered
    And still he swung to make the whip
    Kiss his skin one more time

    His wounds they shouted
    “Harder!” every time
    So the world could hear the clasp of hunger
    Behind him I saw two tiny hands
    Rugged and tight, dark as coal
    Holding a bowl and after the whip
    The tiny palms begged for a tiny tip
    The father and son they begged around
    Who sold their endurance for some shillings to count.
    A pair that I saw selling each other just to make
    The other count
    Another whip that made me shiver but to him
    It meant two more shillings,
    His body an epitome, of bruises redefined
    Each one screaming its own tale

    He came closer and slashed again
    His son’s eyes that begged with pain
    A mere meal was all they desired
    For which a cruelty, for life they had hired
    Even the whip had tears painted red
    From marks on the body that burned instead
    But he wouldn’t whine, for beggars aren’t choosers
    And still I cursed, my heartiest desires
    That my luxuries couldn’t provide me with
    With nothing they had but they begged
    But all I had but still I longed …………..

    - Saim Khan
    ©saimkhan107

  • anwarshabab 1w

    Introspection

    Aaib dhundte dusron ke, jab padi khud pe nazar,

    Aqal ne ki manahat, dil ne kaha thoda thahar,

    Kyun auron ko hai taulta, khud pe bhi thoda gaur kr,

    Kyun shukr na tune kiye, nafarmaniyan ki is qadar,

    Sabr kiye arsa hua, apnon ki kab li tune khabar,

    Ruk na saka ye silsila,
    Sawaal yun hote gaye aur ba-asar

    Yun bahut sharminda hua main, khud se khud me jhank kar,

    Zameer yun jaga ki, mai so na saka phir raat bhar

    ©shahnawazshamim

  • aryamanchetas 2w

    #हिन्दी #हिंदी #मातृभाषा #कविता #भारत #राजनीति #युवा #स्वभाषा #संस्कृति #व्यथा #देश #राष्ट्र #आह्वान #व्यवस्था #लोकतन्त्र #फैली_हुई_स्याही #भोपाल #चेतस #hindi #mothertongue #poetry #poem #india #bharat #politics #youth #culture #pain #country #nation #introspection #bhopal #chetas #system #democracy

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    समय-समय

    रस्ते-रस्ते चलते-चलते जाते हैं
    साँसें-साँसें धुआँ-धुआँ उड़ जाती हैं
    आँखें-आँखें हुईं पनीली, सूख गयीं
    कानों-कान सुना सब कुछ, अनसुना किया
    कण्ठ-कण्ठ में सहमे-सहमे स्वर सिहरे
    कन्धे-कन्धे, चौड़े, अब सिमटे-सिमटे
    सीना-सीना चीर मिले हासिल-हासिल
    दिल-दिल की धड़कन-धड़कन थमती-थमती
    पेट-पेट ज्यों पीठ-पीठ में धँसते से
    हाथ हाथ को छूते या डसते-डसते
    पैर-पैर में पीर-पीर की लहर-लहर
    रग-रग में बहता लोहा जमता-जमता
    पिघला-पिघला जीवन उथला-उथला है
    नगर-नगर में देश-देश ज्यों बसते हों
    भारत-भारत, अहो! आह! भारत! भारत!
    दिन-दिन बीते, रातें-रातें बीत रहीं
    ________________________________
    ०५:४६ अपराह्न, शनिवार, ०९ जनवरी २०१६
    भोपाल, मध्य प्रदेश
    ©aryamanchetas

  • aryamanchetas 2w

    यह गीत पाँच साल पहले तब की राजनीति से व्यथित हो लिखा था। आज अपनी ही पीढ़ी को स्वभाषाओं से दूर हो अपनी जड़ों से कटते देखने के सन्दर्भ में याद हो आया ...

    #हिन्दी #हिंदी #मातृभाषा #गीत #कविता #भारत #राजनीति #युवा #स्वभाषा #संस्कृति #व्यथा #देश #राष्ट्र #आह्वान #फैली_हुई_स्याही #जयपुर #चेतस #hindi #mothertongue #song #poetry #poem #india #bharat #politics #youth #culture #pain #country #nation #introspection #jaipur #chetas

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    बरसो..!!

    रे जलद! जलज प्यासा है
    अभिषेक करो वसुधा का
    हाँ, बरसो चौमासा है!

    अर्धशती का यह अकाल क्या सबके प्राण हरेगा?
    आज नियति झुठला कर यम दो बार कण्ठ धर लेगा!
    इस आशावादी जग में
    कैसी हताश आशा है!
    यह क्लेश हरो दुविधा का
    हाँ, बरसो चौमासा है!

    उपवासों से देव न रिझते, सुऋचाएँ अपठित हैं
    पूजा की पद्धतियाँ भी इस प्रदेश से प्रस्थित हैं
    अब भविष्य का तो केवल
    बस हविष्य से नाता है
    सम्मान करो समिधा का
    हाँ, बरसो, चौमासा है!

    कर्मयोग विस्मृत कर बैठी, जाति हमारी न्यारी
    पाञ्चजन्य-उद्घोषक को कहती बस मुरलीधारी
    "सम्पत्ति सुमति से बनती"-
    मानस का कवि गाता है
    उद्योग करो सुविधा का
    हाँ, बरसो, चौमासा है!

    कवि आशावादी होता है, कुछ तो मैं भी हो लूँ
    कवि-कर्तव्यों से अच्युत रह निज-विवेक-पट खोलूँ
    कीचड़ में कमल खिलेगा
    मन में यह अभिलाषा है
    तुम कीच करो अभिधा का
    हाँ, बरसो, चौमासा है!

    ~चेतस
    @जयपुर, २३ मार्च २०१३
    #फैली_हुई_स्याही
    ©aryamanchetas

  • connecting_nicky 2w

    Goodbye

    Everyday, I wage a war
    Against you
    Against me
    And, you win
    So, ensues the pain of loneliness
    Today, I am bent upon winning this war
    I’m bidding you goodbye
    I’m not to think about you anymore
    It hurts and hurts.
    How difficult could it be?
    Nothing compared to your absence
    I suppose.

    -Nicky

  • mariblair 2w

    the air hangs
    heavy
    in the early hours
    barren breaths
    inhale introspection
    exhaustion expels
    the final
    lingering threads of
    doubt
    descended upon
    a dewy dawn

    ©mariblair

  • bhavesh_garodia 3w

    A New Year- a Different Perspective- Rocket Science

    I believe
    There is a new year after 8760 hours, ⌛
    But,there is a new day after every 24 hours.⏱️

    I believe
    'Resolution' is not a function of time.✍��
    But, is a function of will and determination.

    Still, it cannot be denied that
    A change in year has a propelling force.
    Just like propellants have in a rocket.☄️
    It's time,
    If we want to fly,
    To leave all the negativities,
    Which form a considerable mass of the rocket,
    Fighting against the gravity of problems
    To reach our aim,
    Making all those who Assisted

  • cyril_shelton173 3w

    #Reality of life. #Poem of #Introspection. #Understanding #Realizing #Working #Passion, never let the world decide your Life. #Run but your #Race. #Win but your #Victory.

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    Soul, Mind and Body.

    Baby was I when I was born, I had an active Soul, which wanted to live it's life.
    Kid was I as time kept flooding, I had an active mind, which wanted to live it's life.
    Teen was I as I wanted to hold onto the River bed, I had an active body, which wanted to live it's life.
    Then was I as I thought I will be, Where my Soul, mind and Body wanted to Live it's Passion, but the world held me back.
    This time it was me and my Passion, between them my Life was the Happiest.
    ©cyril_shelton173

  • deadpoetic 3w

    Neverending

    Till I am gone, the surviving spirit
    must take command within me
    a sleeping soul which, until now,
    has not risen yet, to take command
    of what the sea toss aside as another ship,
    but till time never ending,
    on every day, when the dawn from night
    must give hope to what our needs must be.
    a neverending sea, a promising soul
    blessed, or cursed, disillusioned perhaps,
    by the promise of continuity.
    ©deadpoetic

  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 4w

    During moments of quiet contemplation, when we look deeply within, we begin to perceive the truths that give meaning to our existence. ♡
    Be not afraid
    Of the treasures of every kind
    Waiting to be discovered
    In the corners
    Of both heart and mind.
    Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.
    Image found on Google/credited to the rightful owner.

    #writersnetwork #pod #readwriteunite #mirakee #selfdiscovery #self #introspection #contemplation

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  • connecting_nicky 4w

    No Words Needed

    Sometimes, the conversations
    With no words exchanged
    Only the air, that freezes with every sigh
    The clamping of hands
    Or the tapping of fingers on table
    Holding the gaze
    Or exasperated swell of chest
    Nerve pulsing in the throat
    Says enough.
    Enough to hold your horses
    And, enough to rein in your emotions
    Sometimes, words are better unsaid.
    - Nicky

  • _rachita 4w

    CHANGE

    Eventually you get used to things, you form habits. And when you realise this, that is your cue to change.

    Do not procrastinate. Change!

    Don't live a monotonous life. Change!

    It's how you'll learn and grow..

    For experience is not only visiting places; it's also Introspection.

    If you ever take out some time and look into the night sky, you'll realise, there are a lot many productive things that you can do all day; things that will take you closer to your goals.

    So introspect from time to time.
    And CHANGE...

  • _rachita 4w

    Introspection

    Are you ever paralysed by your thoughts?
    Like lying down on your bed, staring at the wall and thinking continuously..

    Sometimes you get emotional-a tear or two; or a big smile adorns your face; or a small chuckle occasionally; or you are damn serious; or all of these together one after the other..

    And you think, why am I thinking so much? But then another voice says- No. I'm not wasting my time. This is MY TIME. A date with myself, with my endless thoughts and emotions. It helps me become the person I am. This is who I am. I NEED it.

    This is also the period where you HEAR two voices. But you need to LISTEN to just one! One that will help you become better than you were, that'll be consistent to where you ought to reach.
    You need to identify it. And this is difficult. But believe me, you will. If not at the first go, then the next, or even next.
    Such thoughts are recurring in nature. So you will.

    *This is where your heart lies*. Follow it!

    ©_rachita

  • daunting_silence 5w

    Boundaries

    When you search the boundaries,
    But everything seems seamless.
    Either you've become perfect,
    Or there is something very wrong.

    ©daunting_silence

  • arorashivansh05 6w

    Introspection

    Whenever i am alone, i get engaged in introspection.
    ©arorashivansh05

  • hd_misunderstood 7w

    Time

    Time and again; I am trying to find myself yet again.


    ©hd_misunderstood

  • welivetowander 8w

    Are you content with eternity? Your immaculate skin unheeding to the sands of time, doomed to never feel the slow caress of nature's decaying embrace.

    Will your eyes grow weary? Still focused and clear as they are so, the bloodshed and sorrow of those fallen in antiquity and upon the morrow's dawn both ingrained deeply through the kaleidoscope's light upon your psyche.

    With experience immemorial begotten through lifetimes lived, will the summer breeze still clench your heart in bittersweet melancholy to a love come and gone?

    Will the evening sky still be the breathtaking image of vibrant colors painted upon the canvas above? Or will it all fade, the price to pay for the experience of a thousand lifetimes...

    What makes us human is the finite experience we call our lives, without it, we will transcend, or descend, humanity. Let us pray it will be the former.

    ©welivetowander