17 June 2018

After a long time I felt that my good hormones are ruling me and my body. Since a long time I haven’t been  in touch with the child inside me. I didn’t got the chance to explore the playful side of me. It was a different day today and I am proud that I spent it well by just playing.

Australia has different branches of “Timezone” which is a gaming zone for every age group. They have a large options on what your interests are like racing games, skiing games,pinball, basketball, walking dead, virtual reality mini rider and many more.I usually am an uptight person, its just how I am taught to behave but its definitely not that fun at times..most times…So today when I was able to play , I observed that I was completely engrossed in it, I am usually unable to stay in present and always am in future or past but I was present today. All my symptoms like pounding heart, hyperventilation, stained muscles were absent.Just by doing a simple thing, Playing. It felt like I gave myself a therapy and it was an achievement.

I realized that when you inhibit what you really are and what your heart really desire, you and your life become miserable.Then why do we forget to be ourselves and do what we really mean to do. I guess we do it “to fit in”. We don’t want others bad attention, we don’t want to be the odd person out. If my human experience is anything like everyone then I believe, deep inside we don’t really want to be like others but we want to unique and be our own person that wont be replaced by any other.To be content we got to start sticking up to who we really are and what we really feel. I know its easier said that done but it doable and we can help each other to be true to ourselves rather than forcing each other to be a person that makes us feel comfortable but is not genuine.

 

14 June 2018

The plane going in the air seems like going at the same speed from the ground below as you are  walking ,but its not, its just the point of view that you are at which makes you feel like that.

Can it be same for the perspective we have about others and their life. It seems perfectly normal and happy from your view point but it may also have many underlying aspects to it. Things are not what they seem, I read somewhere.I guess its true after all.

Everyone is struggling in their own perfect way, some struggles are really too much to bear and some are maybe even unbearable but the struggles still exist. Just like Iron can bear more stress and impact compared to a wood; in the same way, maybe some of us are able to bear more adversity than others due to the characteristics, experiences that makes them “them”, but don’t get me wrong here,the ones bearing more or less adversity are not comparable because Iron is used to hold bridges and wood is used to make houses.Both of them are fulfilling their own  purposes and going through different adversities to reach to the point of fulfilling their purposes.

 

Ancient

My heart throbs the same way
When I touch you,
It’s been many years
Since I found you,
The ancientness of this love
Doesn’t change a thing,
Because there are no conditions
When it’s matter of you…

Now

No trace of regret
Only possibilities are there.
Possibilities of future
Hope for the happy share.
The moment that is now
Wants to be lived.
Even after losing everything
Once was yours, you believed…

Rising

What is this tremor
I feel inside me,
An intuition of the time
To shine from within,
Brand new life I see
Through the wisdom
Of my ancient spirit…

Innate

The words are gospel,
The eyes that sees the truth,
The act that lack pretence,
The smile without the sly intent.
Our true mirror is lost
And it is lost to the institution…

An unfit puzzle piece

Sunny summer day,
Playing kids outside,
She always wish
To belong to other side.
Today one reason
Tomorrow another one,
It’s not alright to go outside.
Days passed and years went
Now she has even stopped protesting.
It’s a strange place
What is present day where
She is a loner who doesn’t belong anywhere.
She tried her best to fit in for long
But since a while she agree with it,
That maybe she will always be an unfit puzzle piece…

Irony

The worst experience
Gives the best abilities,
The best memories
Becomes the worst weaknesses.
Such is the irony of living
We love to ignore,
But it always come true
With no exceptions…