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An Introvert’s Heart

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Something beautiful I came across on Instagram! Next level brilliant this is!

Fallen

She picked it off the road
Amidst the gravel and the muck
She picked it off the road
And it charmed her more than a rose

She picked it off the road
Black tar not diminishing it’s beauty
She picked it off the road
Bewitched by it simplistic exoticness

Fallen flowers outlive common charm
Fallen flowers outshine nurtured calm
Fallen flowers outgrew bought charm
Fallen flowers outlived disciplinary calm

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On losing and finding yourself!

IMG_20160706_225641You know that feeling
Of having lost yourself
Of mourning the death of
YOU

That feeling of unknowingly
Losing the part of you that you loved
That part that you thought made you
Stand out, Be unique, Be YOU

One conversation is all it takes
To realize your brain’s intact
Its there hidden in the mundane
Beneath cloaks of countless Mondays

One brain storming
One session of using your grey cells
Of seeing the endless possibilities
In a simple concept

And there YOU are back
To the world of ideas
To the world of imaginations
To using brains & being the TRUE YOU

Black and White

Black and White
I’ve been programmed
Well trained mind
Focused eyesight
Prejudices and Prides in place

My blacks and whites
Are perfectly polished
My definitions ingrained
In my bone marrows

I know white is heaven
White is clean and pure
White is all that’s pretty
White is all that’s right

I know black is hell
Black is darkness
Black is unclean and defiled
Black is strong with negative bearings

But what if

Black is strength
Black is God
Black is power
With the negatives

White is still all the good
All the right and pure
But not the only colour
That represents it all

What if

Colours
Skin tones
Attires
Are not Important

A painting is all about mixes
A myriad of hues
So how do you define
How do you associate
A single colour to something
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Friends = Pests

Friends = Pests
You know friends
Are an annoying breed of humans
They are weasels
Who simply love burrowing
They are incessant fireflies
Who simply love buzzing

Friends are truly pests
With brains closer to a monkeys
Who go on loop
Like a broken cassette
Who are the torch light shone
In to check for pupil contraction

Burrowing their noses
In our sorrows
That irritating pin hole of light
At the end of tunnel
When you simply want to wallow
In dark invisibility

Queen Bees – All of them
Buzzing about our ears and noses
With constant cheer as if
Drawing out smiles instead of nectar
When all you want to think of
Is murder with bumblebee’s stinger

Remind me again
Why I associate
With these Sadist
Incessant Pests
Remorseless Buggers
Constant Shadows

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Reading turning into an addition?

I’ve spent the last two years reading one book after another, not stopping for a minute as well…  Anything to keep me from thinking about a blank future and continuing to ignore the present. Anything to keep me busy when I don’t lose myself in work…

Not that I’ve not lived my life in the present and made the most of each day, but I believe there’ve been days that have been spent doing nothing but reading books and more books…  Living life through other people’s stories more like. Important daily tasks have been ignored just to escape in the beautiful happy endings I’ve been pursuing.

Call it a new year resolution or realization but isn’t this being addictive. as well?

Of continuing series and series of novels, for no other aim but to deal with stress.  It’s then that I realized that my love and passion for books has turned into an addiction just like alcohol and tobacco. An attempt to escape life.  An attempt to avoid dealing with problems.  It’s turned from a love of reading to something not so right.

Reading is to be done to improve the mind, to nurture it, to become more curious and above all to keep learning.
Not to forgo realities to deal with later,  but a means of improving how we deal with them.

Thus, I’ve come to a conclusion,  more like rehab.. One book a week instead of a book a day, and one article or poem on my blog here instead of a blog a week…

Going forward it’s going to be my aim to find something I am curious about or something I just learned or understood and writing about it…

Having said all this I’d truly like to know your thoughts about this…  About whether I am thinking right or not…  About whether you have faced something similar or not?

Have you ever considered or taken to reading just to forget realities everyday and every hour instead of reading for the true love of it?

Universe’s Magic

Let blackness envelope you
Let in its comforting nothingness
Let it hide you from
The pain
The turmoils
The negativity
The hopelessness

Let the silence inside you
Let it spread around you
Let it quiet down
The shallow doubts
The deepest tempests
The infinite unrest

Let the universe surround you
Let it both inside and out
Let its age old guidance solve
The problems
The mysteries
The questions

Just breathe and maintain
Your trust in that supreme power
Just breathe and let
The universe work it magic
All around you

Perfect Sight

I look down
From my gray concrete high tower
I see tiny perfect people
I see shiny toy cars
I see tiny towers too
Perfectly lined trees
Perfectly manicured lawns
Perfectly synchronised paths
I see all and smile in absolute perfection

I look straight ahead
From my glassed window pane
Atop still my tall tower
I see the gray white and black clouds
I see a very strong blazing blurred sun
I see a violent frothy blue green sea
Haphazardly collaged sky
Haphazardly colored ocean
Haphazardly blinding lights
I stare wondering with the smallest of smiles

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