बयां कर जज्बातों को, इस रिश्ते को नई दिशा देते हैं, साथ ही साथ थोड़ा वक्त और थोड़ा ढील भी दिया करते हैं, सोच लो की ठहर जाना है यही, या बढ़ना है आगे इन रिश्तो के सफर में बदलना है तुमको एक दोस्त से हम सफर में वक्त ले लो जितना चाहे उतना पर जब पकड़ना ये हाथ, तो प्यार तुम्हारा भी सच्चा हो। कुछ कदम का ही नहीं, साथ उम्र भर का है यह इरादा भी पक्का हो।
Every person has his/her own way of expressing love..some express it through words, few use action like helping in everyday work, cook food, being physically daring the borders of being called "clingy" ..some stay quite unable to express through words or action, they stay with you whenever you need them through happy and rough patches of life. One needs to identify this through observation and accept the love in the form they receive!!
Sometimes you think that you have moved on and everything is under your control...but suddenly you notice the slight discomfort and for a moment it's just chaos and confusion as to why the clarity has been lost so suddenly!! And while you observe the little things you come across the tiny baggage that you have been carrying around smaller in size but they slowly drain away your energy without you noticing it...also during this time of confusion you look around for someone who could help you clear up the situation...but mostly find none and you wrap it up all by yourself and move ahead again...free of the weight finally and ready for the next battle to come!!
Every now and then something happens that disturbs you to the core...and then again you pick up the pieces of the shattered calm and will and the tedious task of puting it together starts again. Though we carry on again with the regular actions of life some part of us is lost in the process..it could be the love, reason etc...and then finally comes a day when you have given it everything you could and letting it go is the best course of action.
I just read a poem written by my friend @poetryly titled "Social Anxiety" (visit her profile) and for a moment I had nothing to comment on it and then these words popped up. Speaking from personal experience here many times the things that happen are completely opposite of what you wished..ofcourse making you feel sad and feeling like everything is falling apart...yet in the end it all works out and if you ever take some time reflect on the events that took place ..you will most of the times feel that was the best course of action and if it would have went the way you wished it, it would have ended in being more worse then before. Sometimes life goes into the "autopilot" mode and drags you around and it feels like you are going through a rough patch unable to make sense of what's happening but in the end you are at a positive place in life. Also if you ever feel like the same thing keeps happening again and again, you end up in the same situation ( stuck in a loop of same events) Know this whatever decisions or the way you are doing something is wrong and life is giving you a chance to make it right!! Unless you rectify this, make the right choice you will keep ending up at the same spot!! The answer is to observe, letting the fear go and do things differently then before.
Hmm...sometimes I write something and read it again and wonder if it really does express I wished to say. But lately as I have already said..writing has become a difficult task.
Anyways all I wished to say is ...people are like locked rooms. The exterior is decorated with smiles, clothes, perfumes and makeup and deep within a person their is a place a "room" that holds the unadulterated memories, pain, secrets and what not. This place holds the true identity of the person. The fundamental blocks that make the person we see standing in front of us.
A KEY: a key could be anything, a meaningful conversation, moral values etc whatever makes the person believe in you to trust you, and if you have the key you get access to all the sensitive details, the DNA. This could be helpful to form strong bonds or destructive. Depends on how you use it...once you figure out what makes the locks click and open...you have the power over the person!! Use it wisely.
Bonds of blood, and all the other relationships are tested in the forge of time ..where all the adverse situations, expectations act as eternal fire. The relations that were based on a foundation of trust and respect, are purified of all the impurities and they come out to be stronger then before. The superficial connections and relationships are burnt away and the memories and expectations remain as ash, staining the present. Though we realise that the ones we lost were superficial..something that was meant to be a lesson! Be a chapter not the STORY..we shead tears in grief....over the years these tears wash away the stain left by the ash...slowly taking away the pain and memories. A realisation firmly sets " whatever was lost was never mine to begin with, it was a meant to teach me something about life , to give me a new perspective" and finally free of the emotional baggage, one is ready again to start a new journey. This time though a little more open, calm and ready to walk into the eye of the storm and past it without losing his/her footing. It does mean that there aren't newer injuries,scars and resistance..it's just that the person is now mentally and emotionally ready to deal with it, this time when the adverse situations arise they won't have the edge over him/her, might get pushed back a little but won't stop him/her ever again as it did before. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A crude translation to explain what the poem means. It seems like a rant. #life#lifelessons#relationship#growth
I have been away for a while now...tbh extreme emotions have always been the inspiration to write ...and now finally when its calmer ....poetry has been a hard to write. I have always seen writing as a way of Reflection and everytime I wrote about something...it was like sealing the lessons the issues the subject forever....and also connection ...because I have met quite a few good friends, pen pals whom I have never met personally but the prose forms a great bond between us....so not being able to write for such a long time made me feel like a friend is upset with me!! So the poem below...treating poetry as a person!
Wrote this a while back...don't know why it was not posted.. though I strongly believe everyone should respect their religion and follow their culture...I always wonder how many people especially the young ones take the time to understand what the words in those "scared books" are really meant to say! ..to read and to understand and if you don't understand it then find a source that is unbiased to learn the meaning is how it should be!!
A conversation turned into a poem !! This one is a slow read poem !! It is a subject to ponder upon do we really loose ourselves in the rush of things and events that happen in our life or do we come under the influence of others say about us and we tend to forget the "true self" and see ourselves the others make us believe!!
One of the awesome benefits of writing is expanding one’s vocabulary. Whether or not I remember them is different story lol...the fact I found new ways of phrasing familiar words, is pretty cool. This post was SO a random learning fluke....it just happened by chance, me writing it.
ISF for the ‘iron’ buttons that flew across the ocean without rusting in the moist air, hitting this society anxiety poet (spot on) with your perceptive verses! ‘Sharpening’ words of reminders a writing buddy needed being hit with that traveled from afar. No, thank you my friend for another button to add to my recollection! (Proverbs 27:17 revisited)
गुज़रे कल को लेकर जाने कितने वाक़यात हमेशा से सुनने को मिलते आए हैं... अतीत का मत सोच, आगे की तरफ़ कदम बढ़ा, जो बीत गया उसे जाने दे, चल छोड़ यार, नजरअंदाज कर, भूल जा या कुछ सीख ले उससे, वग़ैरा वग़ैरा...। फ़कत एक या दो नहीं, चाहे कितनी ही ज़िंदगियों से मुलाक़ात हो; सभी अपने अपने हक की सलाहें और बेपनाह मशवरे देते हैं। मगर, कब तलक अतीत में जीना है, किस पल से अपना आज बदलने का आगाज़ करना है, उस पल को चुनना तुम्हे खुद ही होगा। पर हां, इतना याद रहे अतीत कोई भूलने की चीज़ हरगिज़ नहीं, बल्कि एक ऐसी कहानी है जो तुम्हारी ख़ुद की ज़िन्दगी से तुम्हे वाक़िफ करवाती है; जिसके कुछ पन्नों को, अच्छे हों या बुरे संभाल कर रखने की ज़रूरत है अपने आने वाले कल में ख़ुद को मज़बूत बनाने के लिए, आने वाली ज़िन्दगी को ख़ुशनुमा बनाने के लिए। क्योंकि गुज़रे कल में सहन की हुई हर एक ज़िल्लत, हर एक दर्द, हर एक ग़लती और बहाया हुआ हर एक कतरा चाहे ख़ून का हो या आंसुओं का, तुम्हें कमज़ोर नहीं करता बल्कि आने वाले कल के लिए तैयार करता है, हिम्मत देता है, मज़बूत करता है। बस तुम्हें सीखने वाला बनना है। बजाए के हताश होकर ख़ुद को कोसने के, तुम्हें उससे सही सबक लेकर ख़ुद को निखारना है। वक्त ज़रूर लगता है,मगर जितना वक्त लगता है, तुम्हारा किरदार उतनी ही ख़ूबसूरती से निखर कर आता है।
This spur of the note,, just gonna write post it and basically let it fly with minimal editing was inspired by a recent (tonight) conversation with a friend on finding our personal voice aka finding how to start believing and speaking up for ourselves. Also,, I realize I get a joy out of comparisons especially in poetry. These recents examples stuck out to me even though I know their many more is
“YOU HAVE A VOICE” She thought she had no voice, never told in her developing years her vocals cords weren’t quite strengthen (as of) yet.
So she went though life, singing everyone’s else’s songs off-keyed or kilter, never taught she had her own lyrics.
Singing along, always waaaay back in the chorus with the mike turned off, instead taught she wasn’t good enough to take center stage.
Until one day, few beautiful spirited birds though out the years took her under their nurturing wing, teaching her the singing ropes that she was definitely overdue.
“You have the talent to belt your own tune”. You just weren’t taught to believe in your own verses”
In the beginning her voice sounded like a weaken croak, it been sadly abused from serious neglect!
She was reassured by the flock, keep practicing it doesn’t occurs over night, your voice will eventually repair (as they sung harmoniously) along with prayer and HIS loving grace.
So she continue humming off-kilter until one day she stood in place peering upwards towards the heavens a song of thanks for embracing her a the joy of singing in her unique way.
Now in this spur of the moment tale it ends quite realistically. God didn’t bestowed upon her with famously glorious sound. Ahem, let’s just say she shouldn’t quit her day job expecting on recording contact in the horizon.
Yet, it doesn’t matter at all, she found her awesome tone to speak with newly verses for her to spread her own wings!
Her singing isn’t officially over as she matured with age, she inherited a opening position in the flock. Encouraging voiceless sparrows the importance of gaining their own precious words.
Whether sung to musicals notes or compasses on paper just to name a couple ways.
**They is. Irving more to be said, the moral of this story and I believe the message was quite simple clear but if you missed it while embracing my story’s sentiment, just read the title again.
This spur of the note,, just gonna write, go ahead post it basicallylet it fly with the barest of editing was inspired by a recent (tonight) conversation I had with friend tonight on the importance plus joy of finding our own personal voices.. As Known As learning how to believe and speak up for ourselves whether others appreciate our voices. Also, I realize I truly like comparisons in writing & reading. These three came to mind I’ve read of late that I immensely enjoyed....
This is brief write but that’s alright, my writing buddy overnight jumped in to continue the fight. Grasping the poetry question to another height! Thanks Buddy for inquiring more fully and allowing me to take flight for a brief but needed respite.
“As iron sharpens iron, So one man sharpens his friend”. - Proverbs 27:17