The inherent nature of each one of us is to love and feel that need to be loved . I see so much hate around on social media , news channels , people of different religions and communities badmouthing each other . In all the varnas , the races , the religion , our roots , our belonging , our humane side , our happiness and our idea of love is lost .
Communties represented us and we reprensented the community , being the best version of ourselves because we represent a clan . Its just the opposite now. Everyday we wake and go through news papers and social media , there is so much hate , it leaves you full of negativity at the end of day , and we have actually become so immune to it that what is negativityy at par , feels natural to us .
We dont realise just like our home where each one of us have our own importance , our own need to do things , that if one pillar falls down , the family suffers the brunt , sometimes it becomes defunct ; this earth is home to all of us , one killing , one riot is affecting all of us , and we dont realise it because we have stopped feeling things inside , we are conditioned that only the mind functions , while the heart lies dormant . Someday , for maybe 10 days give a rest to the external factors , close your doors and try to understand what your body , what your heart is telling you . One person dies , someone in a family has a bad mood , it affects all of us . This only makes sense that what about our home earth , we are all inhabitants of it and we have become so impervious to the sufferings of others . When mother nature gave us this home , when she created us , there were no communities , there was humanity and there was love . Someday just sit and ponder , where does the darkness inside us come from and has our ability to love gotten lost in there? @writersnetwork@mirakee
We all make mistakes Some in the habitat of stupidity Some in the darkness of the moment Some in a quagmire of anger Some in the romance of pride
But we all do , we all make our choices, we have all chosen to be selfish at one point or the other , So why does it become so difficult when someone in your present mirrors an action out of your past ?
It seems like a unsettling symmetry merging the actions you had once dispensed to a movie you watch from distance now .
And in the end you understand that what had transpired from your side had loopholes of its own , because now you are just an observer , your ego is at peace and now you can look at the things under your jurisdiction of vision with impartial eyes.
Wouldn't it be clever to recognise the ones you created at the right time? Or is it fair to judge someone harshly in the same light that you hold your head so high in ? I guess we all have an answer to that but the irony is we need to be pointed about it time and again.
We need to be nagged down, be gnawed at our senses and filter through our pride to reinforce this thinking every time we go back to the preawareness stage. Well that's pretty human I reckon;) ~meemansa
We are months away from our last touch and i am still holding onto that emotion of lacing my fingers with yours. It seems like yesterday when you sat holding me in your lap , fondling with my hair and pampering me with kisses . And i came back home to write in all down into poems and stories till we would meet again . . But where did it all go , far away from our sack i sit here clouded in the intensity of your eyes , my eyes moist and my voice dense as i give you a call . . The poems lie in dust somewhere and i feel sad about it . I think about all those kisses you would plant on my forehead before flying away every morning . It hurts me to think about those curtains , those fairy lights and the wine bottle that lies unopened at the floor of your cupboard . . A thousand miles from you and it seemed yesterday , until i got into the reminiscent mode . All i wish now is for all this to end , for the evening to come back , when you can fly back to our nest.
// Is it possible to miss those words that runs in your veins Or is it about us who wants to turn them into poetry ? //
My palms are covered in callouses from trying to repair the hearts that are broken yet I fail to do so. I chase stability as the farewells are catching up on me. The fake smiles are back and biting at my ankles .
// The setting sun looks much more like a Tahitian prince dancing in love with the rays on the mauve sky. //
The void in my chest is like a vessel filled of euphoric elation and love is my utopia . As I sit at the corner of my heart and watch every sunset singing the song of the Aegean blue sea.
// There is nothing left in the kingdom of the night mare, as you wouldn't recognize the spineless version of the day dream .//
The night in me is slowly turning away maybe someday I will be the day . I made a museum from the blood humans shed . Oh have I pour rain on the dreamy tales your fancy craves ?