It occurs to me that in many ways, verbal warfare is more nefarious than physical warfare. It creates battle wounds that although invisible to the naked eye, are all too real to the recipient. It's also a given that throughout life, there are going to be people that we aren't well suited for. In other words, for one reason or another, either we aren't fond of them or they aren't fond of us. That's perfectly okay. In fact, it's normal and to be expected. What matters most of all perhaps, is the way that we handle such situations. It's easy to start mudslinging, finding fault, blaming and shaming, belittling, and/or hurling about the occasional defamatory remark; but do we really want to take the easy road knowing that it leads to two casualties of war, rather than one? After all, there are no winners in verbal warfare. Nobody comes out of it feeling victorious, satisfied, triumphant, or unscathed. There's no end in sight either, as the original attack leads to a counterattack, and then another attack, and so on. So, how about we avoid that path altogether and instead forge a path of peace; even if the other individual is doing the opposite. Because let's face it, life turns people upside down. It shakes them every which way but loose. It turns them into cynics, skeptics, and suspicious, jaded pessimists who can scarcely remember what love is, much less what it looks like. But you can remember for them, can't you? You can model it, exemplify it, share it, offer it, and BE IT, right smack dab in the midst of unwarranted character attacks, and outright lies told in your name. Because I'm telling you, my friends, the person doing that does not need more of the same. He or she does not need a mirror of the villain they're currently portraying. That's only temporary, and that isn't their truth. It's just that they've forgotten. You can show them though. You can remind them. By having the strength of character to wave the white flag, put your ego aside, call off the cavalry, and end the war, you can remind them. All you have to do is BE who you are, stand in your Light, forge a path to peace, and let that alone serve as your proof; that love always was, is now, and forever shall be the only truth. Remind them. Blessings, Carolyn
About the image piece: I wrote the image piece last March. I felt compelled to repost it with the caption piece that I wrote today.
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मै तुजसे कुछ कहना चाहता हुँ। सुंन लेना धड़कन कि आवज़ मैं दिल से बोलना चाहता हुँ। मिले थे जब हम एक सपना सा लगा था । ओर आज मैं उस सपने को हकिकत मैं बदलना चाहता हुँ।
जब कभी इंतज़ार करो तो मालुम हो । कि बेपनाह मोहोब्बत में दर्द कितना है । वो एक श्क़्क्ष जो मिलता भी नहि हैं । ओर भुलाया भी नही जाता सीने में चुब्ता कितना है ।
पूछो मूझसे रातो कि अंगड़ाइयो मैं या फिर सुभा कि परछाईयों मै सुनापन्ं कितना है जब कभी इंतज़ार करो तो मालुम हो । की बेखोफ़ ऐ सायरियो के शब्दों में दर्द कितना है ।
बैठे बैठे नंम हो जाती है ये आंखे इन आंखो मै ऐतबार कितना है । पुरा समुन्दर जो तौल ना पाया उन दो बून्धो मै प्यार कितना है । जब कभी इंतज़ार करो तो मालुम हो । कि आंख ऐ नग्म की बोछांर में दर्द कितना है ।
ऊँन पुरानी यादों मै या फिर पूछो शायरों कि बातो मै नामं किसका है जब कभी इंतज़ार करो तो मालुम हो । के हुस्न ऐ दीवानगी मै नशा कितना है ।
रातो को जो सोने ना दे किसी ओर का होने ना दे ऐसी मोहोब्बत मै प्यार कितना है । जब कभी इंतज़ार करो तो मालुम हो । कि सौदा ऐ बेवफ़ाई में दर्द कितना है ।
जो अकेले कमरो मै घंटे बिताये हमने ना कुछ सुजा उसके सिवा ना कुछ किया गया उसके बिना ऐसी शामो मै आइना ऐ हक़ीक़त का ताजुब कितना है । जब कभी इंतज़ार करो तो मालुम हो । कि आजमाइश ऐ रूह में दर्द कितना है ।
लोग कहते है वक़्त गुजर्ते देर नहीं लगती। पर उसकी याद मै बीते हर पल के गुजरने का एह्सास है । जो तेरे लिये एक पल है वो मेरे लिये सदियाँ है । जब कभी इंतज़ार करो तो मालुम हो । कि सुरमई ऐ काली घटाओ में दर्द कितना है वो एक श्क़्क्ष जो मिलता भी नहि ओर भूलाया भी नही जाता चुब्ता कितना है ।
जो कुछ कहना था मुजै सब कुछ कह चुका हुँ । दिल के राज खोल चुका हुँ। समझ जाना दिल कि खामोशी को में जुबां से बयां नहीं कर पाता हुँ । कुछ भी कर बैठेगा ये नादान दिल । बस इतना ही कहना चाहता हुँ । की मै बस अपनी ज़िन्दगि तेरे साथ बिताना चाहता हुँ। सुंन लेना धड़कन कि आवज़ मैं दिल से समझाना चाहता हुँ।
This girl, i am with. She's not the one i ever wished to kiss in the middle of a road in the midnight. She's not the one with sculpted figure and perfect curves. Every night when I see her skin, it's all glowing with stretch marks. When i look at her undressing, she tends to shy away, no not because she's blushing but because she's conscious about her tummy bulging out a bit. . No she does not keep a track of her periods even. Oh god she bleeds four days a month. And she, to my surprise, doesn't even complain about the cramps. She wakes up, does the chores. She remains happy. . Yes she roams without wearing a bra. She is comfortable, how weird! Oh and I love it. And when I take her out, i know she cuts on her appetite. And that's the reason i take extra food home, Because I know She'll run to the fridge in the midnight, when I'm asleep. . She doesn't go to the salon very often. She does have split ends and uneven haircut. She doesn't even file her nails properly. Her nail paints go all solid. I tell you what a mess she is; She wakes up with a good breath. I kiss her. She doesn't wash her makeup in the night. She farts on my face. She laughs. No manners? And then i have to run out to have some air. , She doesn't wash her clothes She doesn't clean face very often. She's unlike all other girls I've ever seen. , But to tell you what, She's my life. My other half. My significant imperfect yet gorgeous soulmate. . No I don't want her presence, I crave it. Because wants once fulfilled, never comes back. . You will find a package of flattering etiquettes making love with you. But you will never find your nightmares beside that girl. . I find her hand on my heart, every morning. That's because she has annexed that throne. My support system, yes she's the one who rules it. . Do not find a person who can complete you, because that's your job to complete your life. Don't even look for it, Because you'll ignore it while searching for the best. . Just walk. And in no time you'll end with your gorgeous hazard. . I'm stuck with this buffalo And i love her. So much. Very Very much!
WHAT I LOVE : The things I love about you make no sense...not to love, not to hatred. The things I love about you are first your smile and then your heart. The way your eyes light up every time they catch me, like stars that have finally found a night sky to hang on. I like that thing you do with your hair when you think your world is coming to an end, I love how you believe me when I tell you it's just begun. I love your walls and how high they stand, I love that you trusted me enough to bring them down. I love how you tiptoe on cracked eggshells like they are pieces of you you don't want to break, I love how you let me hold them like they were never even broken in the first place. I love listening to the things you never say, I love when you tell me the things I never said. I love when you put one earphone in my ear and put the other in yours, and how you kiss me till I know that I'm your favourite song of all time. I love you wholly in my imperfect and broken way. I love you for reasons love cannot understand. I love you because my sun didn't have to set for your star to shine. I love you because night or day, we are each other's light. The thing I love the most about you is your smile, and how you share it with the world with your whole heart.
MY HEART STILL HITS THE GROUND FLOOR : Love is my sacred place. My home ! my head ! my heart ! my storm ! my shelter ! I gave you my heart ! you gave me your heart ! we made it our art ! You took back your heart ! gave back my heart ! I did the same and neither looked half the same for we had broken our art ! I wish that I could paint your heart as art upon a canvas that bleeds ! so I could trace the moment you broke me into tiny pieces of you and made each piece love you forever ! The cold side of the pillow screams your warmth ! A hundred 4am miss our laughter ! our crying ! our being ! The crumpled sheets wonder why those imagine two crazy kids no longer play underneath them ! On my heartstrings you played the most beautiful music my heart could bear ! and when you tugged each string away ! my heart lay beating on the floor ! Our bed is now like winter, only colder ! so I sleep on the naked floor because it understands too well the weight of broken hearts ! I spend each day on the floor writing letters to gravity ! until the floor becomes a spring of memories that's thirsty for one more moment with you ! Gravity once wrote back saying ! "Beneath the earth ! the stars are legend ! Above the stars, the sky is a floor ! The floor you fall on ! is the hope that helps you back up ! again ! "I couldn't understand half of that but in a way ! poetry has been my sky and my floor at the same time ! Love is my church ! My heaven ! my hell ! my faith ! my fear ! Yet my heart still hits the ground every time love makes a sound !
TALK TO ME : Let's draw a map from where we started to where won't end. You smiled at me from a distance, I smiled back. You kept looking at me, I couldn't stop staring at you. No planetary bodies existed except the ones rotating inside us. From hello to endless touches, my hands were carved for your body and yours for mine. I became a part of you, and you became my favourite part of me. I couldn't not feel you, I couldn't not need you. Let's take the map and draw a straight line from here to where we thought we'd be. Everything is so different, oh everything is the same. You look at me from across the heart, I stare blankly at your sculpted face. We wouldn't talk to each other, we'd just speak in silence. I won't admit I'm guilty and you can't forgive my innocence. Let's stretch the line from 6pm to 11:59pm. The sheets are crumpled beneath our bodies, we hold each other like we are all we have left in the world. We are all we have left in the world. I try to tell you that I'm sorry, you try to tell me that you'd forgotten but we had no words left but our silence. The clock struck midnight, the heart door closed behind you. Let's draw a map from where we started to where won't end. The clock's still midnight every time I wake up. You can't forgive me and I can't forget you. Let's close the map and have whole conversations with just one look. "I'm sorry and I miss you." "You're forgiven and I love you."