When we are overthinking a problem, unknowingly we make it unmounted pain.
There is this, that;if what, and more.
A more realistic solution to such issues are siting quiet for 2minutes, thinking nothing.
It rejuvenates our mind to think with full potential.
Then out of sudden, the answer comes…
So, when you can’t reach a conclusion, just leave the problem.
One of the most common reason, for not being successful in work is:
NOT ACTING!
It’s not the Hollywood acting!, but doing something, to get closer to your goal!
Often we want many things; even we decide that, “okay dude! Now you are going to gym, regularly! “. And guess what?
It’s never going to happen!
Your decision means nothing, absolutely ZERO, if you don’t ACT!
So, get up! And for your own sake, man!
ACT…
Mesmerized:
by the precious gems, and jingles;
of my crown.
Many of you, raised brows and frowned.
You might be:
counting the stars of my sky, shining, much above; your ever did.
Agony of non- fulfilment might have caused:
you, bemoaning of theft.
And,
Less adamant you might be,
knowing:
Thorns in my crown
Those sleepless night, of countless efforts;
I made.
Eyes swollen, hand shivering;
body crying, “rest in need! “.
Dare I avoid!
Those Bating down.
I made those stars: glittery;
Brushing: time and time.
When you were resting, I at quest.
I choose those jwels from mine of bravest:
With armour of will, passion and writ.
Look the mockery of time,
Yet you question thorns of crown!
I adore it, from the day; I was born.
Blessed was I: to have the God.
To have mercy, to show a path.
Loved I was, it worked out, fruited sweet with dozens light.
But,
Here you go, doubting my sword!
I challange!
Wear your bestest, carry your sharpest;
Hold your shoulder tight!
Fight,
Have these scorns!
If you win,
You can own :
“This bleeding crown”.
Markets are crowded, stores decorated.
People: wearing nice clothes; seems in a hurry.
She wondered, “why?”
They say, “it’s new year eve! “.
” What’s that?”, she questioned?
“It’s celebrating togetherness, prosperity, love! “, They replied.
“Ah! That’s so”;
“It’s stupid, “, ” It’s expensive! “,
she muttered.
It’s midnight;
“It’s new year eve! “, people shouted.
Excitement, filled in air reaches her ear.
Out of window, she looked outside.
Black night with colourful sky,
Different fireworks, amazing sounds.
she smiled,
” Could it be?
My brother, seeing the same, in far land,
How he is now, it’s been years, we met.
Could it be?
my mother, have time, of her work; watch this glittering ‘thing’,
I guess.
Could it be?
my father, watching with me!
It’s too near from the sky”.
“Yet, all these are;
only in my thoughts.
I can think, but can’t feel.”
“This enthusiasm, I saw in others.
People making crazy faces;
Out of joy, with their love”.
“How lovely,
if we were together, holding hands, just like them.
I will share, my yesterday’s saved bun.”
“Of course, soup, i stole from bin,
Even little, it will fill our hear!
Of togetherness, of love”.
” Different I am,
with the rest”, “who celebrate eve”.
For her it’s eve-il,
which reminds her:
Loneliness;
Dark, silent, empty heart;
Mournful tears.
Yet,
hope in memories.
Couching her body, to avoid cold from the winter breeze;
coming with the eves songs;
silently from the cracked hole, of window.
smiling!, she goes to sleep:
“Next Eve-il“
“May be!”, “mine new years eve! “.
Mother, o mother!
Why work thee, day and night;
without sleep!
Why thy rest not, in sick or plight!
Why father blames you, for what you done not!
Mother, o mother!
Why hide thou tears, from others!
Why thee not complain your bothers!
Why not shout at brother, who grins and shouts; no matter, where!
Mother, o mother!
Why not aunt, washes her clothes!
Why not grandmother, does her chores!
I feel thou victim, thee not realised,
Or is it because, thou are a ‘mother’!
Mother, o mother!
I put a complain,who made my mother! Who gives love, never receives!
I dare challenge, who shames my mother! Who saves each, never gets saved. Mother, o mother!
Look at thee, thou are the queen, an empire can be built; a kingdom destroyed, Do you know not; The power thy have.
Mother, o ‘dear mother!’
This monsoon, reminds me of you;
Holding hands, dancing;
The midway road, me and you.
A table, acoustic, romance; me and you.
Continuous singing song of melody,
Touching strings of nerves like never before.
Feeling this warmth of calmness, flowering in my senses, all of you.
Droplets caressing my face,wiping tears of memories; me and you.
From fingers to every part; body and soul. This monsoon is all about you.
An outstanding generalised conclusion of science. Refraction and reflection of light.
Has been in consonance, with life as well.
Admiration, attachment and astonishment; Hallo of glittery, uncomfortable aura of likeness. Extreme of perfection, much agony to innovation.
A wonderful covering, draped around. Everything to boast on.
Head to heel, all seen: what one want to see,not what has been.
Soon,
day ends, so the mirage.
Thus ends the miracle.
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