Oh my dear What you are looking for Why you are wandering Here and there What you are seeking Just close your eyes And gaze within You will get everything you want You will find answers of all your questions All your doubts will be cleared And you will realise that you have treasures hidden within yourself You need to dive deep within And you will find the master key of happiness You don't need to seek healing You have something magical That can cure all your wounds You will find eternal source of love All the darkness from your mind and life will be removed You will get absorbed in the flood of divine lights After that you will be well satisfied You will feel contented You will not seek healing But you will become a healer Wherever you will go You will spread love and happiness Your light will remove the darkness.
I know I am surrounded by the mountains The mountains of self doubts and imaginary fears I know my limitations But I need to challenge my own limitations I can see the golden rays of success But they are beyond the horizon To reach there I have to climb these mountains But it will take too much time Though I have clipped wings I need to fly And I will fly With the wings of my imagination My words will reach there Where I want to reach My dreams Will come true Wishes of my heart Will be granted I am sure Beyond the horizon There is a new world The world of paradise Where my heart will sing The song of liberty Where my soul will sing The song of solace.
One day is not enough to thank them who taught us how to speak, what to speak and when to speak. Two most important people of our lives, who taught us how to differentiate between good and evil. They taught us to respect others. They taught us how to face the challenges of life. They taught us to help the weak and to encourage the distressed. Still today we seek their advise when we get confused.
I am talking about our parents. We owe our existence to them. We owe our education to them. We owe our moral values to them. We owe our achievements to them.
No one could be bigger or greater than them. Our parents come first. They introduced us to the world. They are our preceptors. Everyone comes after them. We are thankful to our school teachers, professors, mentors and our spiritual guru. But parents are visible form of God. They are irreplaceable.
Dedicated to all parents and grandparents ❤❤❤ Happy Guru Purnima
I've loved, I've been loved, But.......nothing can make you act: Crazier Delusional Paranoid And even...Stupid, like when you have Fallen in Love! To fall is to give up all, your reasoning, Your walls, to dig deep, and lose sleep Laugh at things you never would have Eat some things you'd never dream of Put someone else's needs before yours To give in or say I'm sorry so as not to See a tear in that beautiful blue eye To offer up the most vulnerable of you, And trust that other person, to handle With care! To be a sounding board and #1 fan of that other person, while never Forgetting who you are! Loving yourself, Means you will love that person, better, Deeper, stronger, and unconditionally! When I have fallen in love, it means, I'm All in, in it for the long haul, and do not Know the words, give up, quit, or divorce! It is a lifelong commitment to be the best Version of yourself, so you may have many Many years of silly, nurturing, and fortifying Love!!!!!
She boarded the bus but failed to find a seat, and she had to stand in the passageway. She stood with her back facing the driver's cabin, painfully aware of at least a dozen lustful gazes. It was hot and humid and she didn't like to cover her face. Not that it would have made much difference. It didn't matter if women were covered from head to toe or dressed in a western attire. They would be thoroughly scanned. It wouldn't stop.
One of the passengers got up, and she quickly occupied the vacant seat. The man sitting next to her had been staring at her ever since she got in. She had noticed it and she hated it, but it was a long route. She had to sit, otherwise she would get tired and the old backache would resurface. She had no choice. She put her headphones on and tried to enter a world of her own. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore and forget the gazes. "Out of sight, out of mind. " she thought, but those lascivious eyes continued to gaze at her, carnal desires dripping from them as water drips from a leaking faucet.
Would this ever stop? Commuting by bus was her own choice. Was it wrong? What if she had used her personal vehicle? Perhaps it would have made some difference. But there were numerous signals and there were regular traffic jams. So those gazes would never cease. She had to face them even in her office, a place frequented by visitors. Everyday, she would think hard about those gazes and curse herself for not being able to do anything to end the torture.
The conductor screamed out the name of her stop. She sprang to her feet and alighted from the bus. As usual, several pairs of eyes chased her. But in a few minutes, she would reach home and it would be over, at least for the day.
She rang the doorbell. Her mother-in-law opened the door. She got in, closed the door and heaved a sigh of relief.
Sobriety's heart crammed with emotions, Quandaries in the alcoves of the brain, Sealed with eternal love, Whilst the splendid delirium, Circumambulated the tendons and ligaments, Joie de vivre of our cohesion, Unfettering the dark uncharted spiels, Quietus can also never part us!
Thunderstorms of despondency, Whirling ravishingly, Whistling blows of dark melancholies, Paralysed with scorching wrath, The atoms with heart revealing intimacy, Merrymaking with black roses and wine, Stygian precincts of sorrow, Endear'd diamonds frolicking on the nape, Ain't we all enduring excruciating agony, In the deepest pits of our mortality!