prose_of_soul

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  • prose_of_soul 3h

    Less crowded lanes
    Alone people
    And broken souls are actually the ones
    With most beautiful insight...... ❤️❤️❤️
    But seldom neglected.....

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    Listen

    To those who are less heard around
    For they are the one's with truth
    That somehow gets oppressed by glittery lies..
    For may be the lies surround crowd
    Truth stand alone and someday comes in front
    ©prose_of_soul

  • prose_of_soul 5h

    It's like you can share around happiness
    But when it comes to pain we like to keep it inside
    And let it burn while we keep adding fuel of memories to it and watch silently the flames burning inside.....
    Thinking it will one day ease this pain
    Happens seldom.....
    We keep on punishing ourselves for crimes we didn't make...
    It's like some trigger points are inside
    And just a touch of thoughts and past memories are enough to channelize the pain reflexes within....
    Talking in context to biology
    Each cell responds to pain equally
    May be it's not making sense now but long term it will come out with severity of symptoms in front...
    When we are sad our body just feels lost
    Lethargy runs in our blood and we just like to sleep sleep and sleep to escape out from faces around...
    This state many term as depression.
    But this state is a deep state of mental pain
    For scars outside the flesh are visible but those deep wounds are somewhat invisible....
    ...........
    We try to let it all just go but it stays inside and keeps on repeating itself...
    It's like out of control....
    Pain either changes us completely or destroys us completely...
    This is how it's nature is...
    .........
    For we can merry around with lots of faces around but to share this pain we hardly find anyone...
    And this is sometimes a bit frustrating..
    ......
    It's true not everyone will understand what goes inside but as far as we are breathing it's us who have to drag ourselves from this dark trench...
    ......
    Atleast this pain is loyal many says...
    But this doesn't mean we will destroy ourselves in it....
    For I was just watching a video on youtube about a lady....
    Title of that video was
    ❤️A gutless foodie❤️
    ..... Also read about her
    Her story is really an eye opener to many
    . She narrates that she started with mild pain in her shoulders and tried every treatment but it never eased her.
    Then one day while she returned to India one of her dad's friend who is a doctor suspected her symptoms and detected it was not a neural or muscular problm as many doctors detected...
    As she told she also faces stomach problems and then it follows by pain on shoulder...
    After all test it was ruled out that she was having a
    TUMOUR OF STOMACH... so to save it from spreading its mandatory to excise or remove the entire tumour while now she has all her stomach removed and she is living without a stomach. ....
    ..... Seems unbelievable isn't it.....
    Indeed... But its true...
    .......
    She narrates she is the only daughter of her parents and after marriage she had clashes with her husband and in laws and as a result of this she underwent into a lot of mental stress....
    She used to love cooking and art but everything just stopped as she married....
    And she also narrates how this stress landed her into all this trouble... She never told her parents about this... And now after she has done with all the surgical procedure of her ailment she finally lives away from her husband and she has started to enjoy her life on her terms with support of her parents...
    She is a inspiration to many around and clearly states in many talk shows how stress can be really dangerous.....
    ...
    Her page... GUTLESS FOODIE runs in many sites where she shares her recipes and inspires many...
    Even though she can't enjoy all she cooks yet she says she enjoy food...
    She has to defecate as soon as she ingests food but still she is far happy from many.... Her name is NATASHA........ ��������������
    ...... We think living in depressed states is just a minor thing but its not like this...
    Our body responds to every stimulus that hits it...
    And that is why....
    .... The bond with pain can sometimes be dangerous if prolonged.....
    Stay happy and cherish as you are the one
    Who deserves to be happy.....
    The one with a best heart and a best soul ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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    A bond

    With pain...
    ©prose_of_soul

  • prose_of_soul 16h

    Earphones ��
    While plugged in just makes the aura go sedating...... ��������

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    This bond

    Just increases
    Tunes to rhythm of music
    Lyrics adding on to worthy meanings
    Exploring each word means exploring
    Emotions in a nutshell......
    ©prose_of_soul

  • prose_of_soul 16h

    Almost it's same since times..
    Intensity just keeps on increasing ������������������������

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    Collisions

    Inside are worse sometimes
    You can't control the spontaneous reactions
    Rather just observing silently remains
    The only choice.....
    ©prose_of_soul

  • prose_of_soul 19h

    कस्तूरी मृग सा मन...
    खोजता है उस सुगंध को जो ख़ुद उसमे कैद है...
    पूरी उम्र भटकने में निकल जाती है
    पर वो सुगंध अंतिम साँस के साथ
    उस अनसुलझे सवाल को ले जाती है......��������������������������������������

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    घाट

    ख़्यालों का एक घाट
    जहां शांति भी हैं असीम
    और जो तूफ़ान हो मन में तो
    बेखौफ विचारों की लहरों का उफान भी है
    जहां बैठ हम मिलते हैं गुम हुए उस ख़ुद से
    जो आज भी वैसा ही है
    इस घाट का वातावरण कहीं मेल खाता है
    उस बंद किए अक्स से जो काफी मासूम है
    जिसे वो कठोर कवच छुपाये रखता है...
    एक घाट जहां बहती है धारा
    भीतर के उन भावों की जो काफ़ी गहरे है
    जैसे ढलते सूर्य की लालिमा बिखेरती है अनेक रंग पानी की सतह पर...
    उसी तरह ये मिश्रित ख्याल बिखरते हैं रंग अपने
    उस स्वच्छन्द बहती शव्दों की धारा पर...
    में बस बैठ के महसूस कर लेती हूँ हर शाम
    उस घाट के बदलते मौसम को
    जो उगते हर दिन के साथ एक नयापन मुझ तक छोड़ जाता है...
    और एक हिस्सा अपना मुझ में ताज़ा कर जाता है...
    ये घाट जो मुझमे है और मुझ जैसा है
    जहां में हूँ बिना किसी बंदिश के
    और जहां मिलावट भी ज़रा कम है....
    ©prose_of_soul

  • prose_of_soul 20h

    Sometimes it's not your good intentions that can be shown... For people are blind sometimes to what you hold.... ��

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    When

    I was trying to justify those words
    That meant nothing wrong ..
    Then
    My heart just whispered
    Let it be and stay blind....
    ©prose_of_soul

  • prose_of_soul 1d

    Worthy souls....
    May be the skies never gave you the share you deserved...
    But those beautiful rains will some day reach to you... ��������������������������������

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    I would

    Like to see you blooming from a distance
    The seeds you are carrying inside have already lived an entire state of dormancy..
    For the share of your rains is still pending above...
    That will some day reach to your dehydrated being...
    I may not witness it all....
    But imagining that rain infusing a lost life inside you..
    Will be enough...
    When those buds of your emotions will finally rise to beautiful flowers you will realise
    How beautiful your worthy being smells.....
    ©prose_of_soul

  • prose_of_soul 1d

    Away from crowded lanes...
    Those lonesome terrains often carry inside them
    Footprints of a glorious and beautiful past once lived...
    If felt from heart each pebble holds prints of hands that once touched them.....
    Each thing is associated with a memory
    Some remember some forgets..... ����������������������������������

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    वीरान बस्ति

    बाहर के शोर से दूर
    मुखौटों के चमचमाते लिबास से परे
    एक सुकून है जहां गहरा
    वो एक बस्ती कहीं दूर जिन्दा है
    कुछ खिले हुए फूलोँ के साथ
    और चंद टूटी इमारतों के साथ
    अलग सी खूबसूरती है वहाँ
    सजग और सरल सी
    जो देखने में तो आम सी है
    पर कहीं खुद से जुड़ी लगती है
    आना जाना कम है लोगों का वहाँ
    पर भीड़ एहसासों की हर पत्ती हर फूल लिए हुए है
    कहीं थकी होकर जब भी बैठना हुआ वहाँ
    तो गोद माँ सी लगती है..
    वो मेरी अपनी एक छोटी सी जगह
    बाहरी आकर्षण से एकदम परे है
    बिन बोले ही वो मुझे सुन लेती है
    जहां शब्द कम होते दिखते हैं
    वहाँ के सुनसान रास्ते मेरे सामने में एक किताब लिए आते हैं
    कभी कुछ कदमों के निशान, कभी वहाँ की पुरानी रोनक
    एक चलचित्र सा मेरे सामने रख जाते हैं..
    और अपनी हरि भरी बीती वसंत ऋतु का विवरण रख जाते हैं...
    बिन बोले ही सब कुछ खोल के सामने रख जाते हैं राज़ कई
    और विरान हुई आज उस बस्ती की खिली सी
    बीती दास्तान वो मुझे सलीके से सुना जाते हैं....
    ©prose_of_soul

  • prose_of_soul 1d

    Those little moments dipped in colours
    When you just love those strokes
    You see each shade is actually syncing with your eyes..
    The gleam of beauty they just scatter around..
    Strokes of colours appears like a rhythm
    To the lyrical music of your soul....
    ....... For art is such a love that never leaves ❤️��

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    ©prose_of_soul

  • prose_of_soul 1d

    Words are magical if they come out from heart...
    What else can we give around...
    We are not that big...
    It's how we all heal and see life holding our share of a spectrum of colours, life gives in our hands..... ����������������������������

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    What else can we give eachother...
    We only have words that come out
    Holding essence of emotions....
    Rest everyone is capable enough to deal with life.....
    ©prose_of_soul