We always sow a thought and reap the action, But when you reap an action you saw a thought and this gets feeded as a part of your habit which gradually outlines your attitude. Believe in your abilities and the infinite potential in the fortress of your mind. We come across struggles, mistakes, hardships, pain and failures. We are all walking over a very narrow thread, called hope, where in the left is life and on the right is death. We are somehow bieng inclined towards the right and we quit this entire process of wonderful explorations. Somehow move on holding faith to complete your story.
On a match with Juventus in their home ground, people in the gallery started screaming ruthlessly when the Ball was on Christiano Ronaldo's feet, demotivating his courage to stifle his self-confidence. During the second half of that match , midst the rush to defence the ball passed in the empty air, he jumped like a superman and kicked the ball. It was a bicycle kick and was remarked as the best kick of that year. Reciprocating to his wonder kick, the entire crowd cheered and applauded for him, but he is the real man, no grudges no vanity, he just sincerly thanked them. This is what we've to call maturity and wisdom.
Reality will prick you harded till your bruises never heal the resentment you endure. But act wisely. Your attitude determines your limitations. And your limitations are the reflection of lack of confidence and dedication. Past is the water under the bridge, future is the sun in the horizon of your imagination, walk along with your life.
// Two things define yourself, Your determination, when you've nothing. Your attitude, when you've everything. //
Christiano Ronaldo is one of the most respected and adored football player with millions of followers all over the world, for the personality he portrays. Teach yourself to accept the reality and dispense gratitude. We shall drown in the prosperity of success but always remind yourself to thank this universe, for what you are and for what you have.
" Maturity is wisdom ", because you realize the difference between what you are and what you have. Stop seeing yourself purely as an individual, and start seeing yourself as the part of collective. Compassion and daily acts of kindness make life far richer.
A healthy mind added with a healthy body is the secret for a happy long life. Stress is a venom killing our mind in every repeated vibration of negative thoughts and fears.
It is not easy to stay calm and positive when something ain't OK inside us . We cannot control our mind and thought process. And, we are obliged to accept the reality of our life. But we could do something all a little to lead a happy and long life.
To have a healthy body is the only key to maintain a healthy mind. Don't eat to the fullest of contentment of your mind, eat little for the need of your body. We should always intake food in such a way that 80% of our stomach is happy. When your mind tells that, you've eaten enough to satisfy your hunger, then stop. Or fast twice a week and eat to enough of your tummy. Because when the intake of calories increase proportionally ageing starts killing the life of your cells. Don't melt into the temptation of your hungry stomach, It is a sign of an unhealthy body. When you intake the required amount of food you body feels fit and energetic. Feed your stomach wisely to take care of your mind healthily.
"Humans are the beautiful creation of God". Our body,mind and soul is exquisitely precisely designed. And why? To move, to talk, to think. How many times a day do we raise our hands. When you resist movement of your body deliberately for the needs of your mind, You're generously loosing 90% of your metabolism and 20%of good cholesterol. Then what do we gain looking into our laptops and phones. Nothing, cruelly nothing. "Movement is the song of body and a dance to the mind". Don't compel your body for regular exercises but atleast realx your body by simple exercises and dance to revive freshness Inside. Gradually your mind functions along the control of your thoughts.
It is not when the outside becomes OK, your inside be well. Everything starts from within. The harmony between you and your ecosystem is so important to stay happy. Have some good people around to whom you can concede all your happiness and sorrows. For that you should feel calm and positive from within. Having a space for your freedom is the most greatest blessing of friendship.
// 'let's talk' and "" Don't pressurise your depressions to crush the pleasure of your life"" //....
" It is a stifling conviction, to accept the sheer reality we live in". But a beautiful art to accept the reality and still be grateful for what you have. Everybody is fighting for success, prosperity, happiness, money, fame and pleasures. But stop a for while midst the haste and look into yourselves. You could realize the serenity of Little blessings unknowingly adding wonders to your life. Be grateful for this day and for this sunrise and for this life. Accept the reality to live in the moment.
Stress is not your enemy, it is your weapon to fight all backlash errors of life. Pray well untill you can savor the tranquility of thoughts flourishing in your heart. " Ask God for the serenity to accept the things that cannot be changed and the courage to overcome the things that can be changed and the wisdom to know the difference".
//Be grateful for what you have to accept the reality of life //
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Every ray of light incident on a mirror finds different directions for reflection. This is a simple principle of how life becomes beautiful .
Ultimately what every human thirsts for is, a beautiful life. (life =happiness +peace). There are different formulas but everything is derived from the fundamentals. Have you ever looked at a mirror and found it's simple physics. I would say it is the easiest and gracious way to look at life more happily and peacefully.
You can see a light traveling through a medium and hits the reflecting surface and emerges out to another direction. Even in dark we could see a streak of light, and our shadow somewhere flickering, enlightening our hope that we still exist , unless there's any little trace of faith sparkling between you and your God.
This is how life is, our duty is to reflect the happiness and poise inside us absorbing the thoughts, criticisms and energy incident on us. A mirror never reflects black light, but always reflects any flash of light in dark. This means even in the dark it always radiates the positivity and peace hidden in everything it feels and hears. Be like that, your mind flashes upto 40,000 thoughts a day. Why do you incline along the path of negativity, you can't reproduce it to another ray of light. But you can do one thing, filter it like a mirror and reflect colourful lights into everyone's life and usher them to see the happiness and peace around.
What you think is what you live.... And that's so, your life is your mirror, it's your speculations you see around. Criticisms can never threaten you unless you have the courage to thrive.
//If they say, your dream is intangible, If they say, your track is wrong, If they say, your hardships are nothing, If they say, you're wasting time, and ; If they say, your choice is futile....
Tell them, it's my life, my choice, my path, and ultimately it's my only dream//.
We don't need to adjust in our life, it's just to have a great understanding between you and your ecosystem. It's difficult to capture a temporary virtual image on a screen than a real happiness. Even though we adjust there's a lot sacrifice on the clarity of the moment, like how we adjust our circumstances and limitations in life. So be real like an image even in dark with a vintage background adding beauty to your life and story.
It's your life, your mirror, your image. Capture happiness and peace through the dark with a vintage background making the dark contrasts of your life too beautiful. Enjoy every moment Mindfully and gracefully.
I personified failure When I constantly gave up faith. My dreams just being a story, And I still living in them ;so insane. That was a choice from someone's speculations. Not a desire from self-inspiration. To emulate the path of success I saw, I Belived the world around is a mirror, But, in the reflections I never saw me. I was so intemperate to concede my obstacles, And voluntarily inclined into the streak of oppressions. My castle of expectations demolished ; With no trace of hope. Death was the only abditory I believed, From within I was scared to fail But;my passion nudging me to live for what I seek. The key is in my hand, it's my destination, My life is not my fate ;it's my choice,let me. Success was not my expectation, it is my hope...
This is something from my dairy days. Everyone goes through a stage of suppressions only because of the expectations you see for others motivation. But the the only key to live your passion is hope. I too failed to realize what is that I seek, I was so vulnerable to hardships I get drowned completely and then death was sometime a solution. But during the journey from "failures to success" you have to find your destination before you start the drive. The key is in your hand and ultimately it's your life you live. Live it fully.
We are afraid to fail in life because we're so vulnerable to the dissatisfaction we see in the eyes of our family and friends. The pain life gives when we slip after reaching the verge of others expectations is so miserable. This is because, criticisms taunts us a lot. Be strong with your choice and decision.
We don't need anybody to Inspire. We just need the freedom to be ourselves. Why is it necessary to convince your circumstances though they are just the limitations you create because of lack of confidence and dedication. If you have a passion which is your dream, go and live it. This is your life. Believe you can complete a beautiful story.
A writer's pen is always in motion as he always pens About his emotions either in reality or Imagination❤️
DO ELEGIAC POETRY WIPE BIGOTRY ?
She trodden through facade arcade to the pool of tears welled,then shed like a brook. Equinox getting drifted away from naive soul, The odour of clotted emotions attempts And at last cut veins though oozing out Blackish blood in variable equilibrium !
//Verbal mesmerism invading merely Thoughts of the art (humans) of Him//
She got out of the coffin and proclaimed; "Inking is for existence" so is she an illusion? Spilling hues and spelling words She lives in the walls of the era Still penning the melancholy of chronicle !
//Seshat lend her eyes to what I Pens and send bliss to my furious pen, I ignite with the ink in its nerves She fixes wings to my words to be wildest Thus reach beyond the tip toe vibes of men//
Authentic artistic soul tastes suffocation And cause 'em (readers) severe sufferance! Sending 'bout the fading mankind; They'll begin whispering 'bout and Responding to profound scribbling..
//Sanguine tears of mother earth never quench The thirst of sinners on doomsday//
She is a luculent verse turn thy heart To let it feel the beauty of eternity, The anonymous phoenix within flew Scattering ash and blew dusty air To left the ocean of poetry barely. She craved for the rainbow after a devilish storm; The reflection of the hued garden in sky..
The therapy of poetry soothes chemistry of feelings Canvas grabbed paints of visible agony of cosmos She ended up with a profundity in message; Weaving,knitting,knotting,twisting fibres And bonding yarns to maketh a well Fabricated fabrics 'bout cosmos !
//Wordy drops of tears moist the soil under Barefoot to feel the fire in the hell of cosmos Nevertheless the unseen wounds of earth Bleeds to create a pool of blackish blood 'Cause of the sin of bigotry - hellish ! //
Things like past never seem still like the memoirs of raindrop kisses And apparently clocks do have hearts, also they get tired, they run under personification;
Of a clock, the minute hand always betrays her gifts her a flower vase full of wilted blooms blooms which once inhaled feiulemort and freshness of broken promises before finally choking themselves indeed those blooms run, underneath her every breath adding poison to her past, while every minute ticking inside her feels the sapling of sadness growing inside her and the siblings planted on the backyard of her present.
Every 12:00 to 1:00 ante meridiem she struggles to be quiet, take some rest but betrayed again the hour hand sits idle by the side made himself comfortable on feathery cushions lack of work has deformed him and made him ultra lazy sometimes he utters nonsense he doesn't job but repeats his nursery rhymes after every one hour
bells continue .......
"Twinkle twinkle I sit idle I had a lot to tell But asleep I fell."
"Indeed, my little son." whispers the clock caressing his face in the backdrop of silence.
This lazy son of the minute hand is his burden lazy at home sleepy at work wakes up lately has more perks being the dad he has to work from the 1st minute till his last breath and you know, this father couldn't be replaced by his worthless son.
Let's come to the framework, the grandmother, the coffin of emotions her lap is home to her children and grandchildren she is one and all in herself she has an immense contribution in holding the family together, she is the frame, she is the outer clock she is the mother to minute hand she is the custodian of the flock.
PS - For clock is the concrete soul of a mother, she is also the abode of the minute hand (concrete father soul) and hour hand (concrete son/ daughter soul) with 24×7 and endless services. The outer clock (framework) being the the grandmother soul, she is a golden frame for a gain in her experience.
Tears come from the heart Heart that is filled with agony Agony that blazed the soul Soul that was shattered to pieces Pieces that he cursed by deeds Deeds that he faked for world World that appreciated his tenderness Tenderness that wickedly changed to love Love for whom she surrendered her will Will that betrayed her at her deathbed Deathbed that took her breath and tears #tears#temp@writersnetwork@mirakee@mirakeeworld
To the unsent messages //Though you striked the doors of My beloved but never reached His heart .. Though he was known of it but Never paid any heed to the Wailings and pleas of getting Him back :- the way he used to be Before the detention of two One soul adhesion...// @writersnetwork@mirakee