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…
Suffocation has stopped your creativity.
Fear lingering in mind, has drained: every drop of courage; you did hold.
Blood pumping has suddenly been fastened.
And,
Heartbeat racing with time.
Your soul is dampening your courage of survival!
And, you are in point of turn.
Now
Breathe!
To the point; you are self.
Breathe!
Till the cloud of imaginary burden, vanishes.
Breathe, O Man, Breathe!
Till the last moment you are live.
It’s been long,
Days have been worse,
I started with hope, now blurry.
This sea and ship, I believed, was mine.
So I declared, to ride this tide.
How far, should I go?
When this voyage is uncertain,
And the storms are determined:
To show their majesty.
Should I return back?
As dark clouds are extinguishing, any hope of light.
Wearing costumes of:
a horror ghost,
This little fear of death, dances inside me.
Should I wait?
For these wind to calm.
This cold air freezing me into white.
Hands, shall I pray!
For God, “to come”, “save me”.
“What’s this! “, “I hear a voice! “
:
Despair and dare can’t go side by side!
I came to this journey, by my choice.
Known of: what;
how things can go.
This unmounted mountain of struggles,
I were aware.
I came with zeal of exploration.
I accepted!
All that comes,
On this way,
To see that side, I started,me sailing for.
Yes, I bow, to his mighty,
But i will play with all my might.
Yes, I pray, to the God,
But to thank, for giving me chance.
I am my own master,
Master of ship.
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! “.
Back then; decision I made,
dire were circumstances;
Blurred were Indications.
Has been not this sociological concepts came into practice;
You might not have been gone.
The horrendous battle between, the two beloved.
Worse were to choose, worst to let one go.
Who was ashamed, whom one insulted,
A question, just; both disappointed.
Now, that i see you, happy and peaceful;
Maybe,
Worthy thou decided, worthy thee decision.
Of all those chaos,
I quest:
Who at win, who at loss.
Somewhere in hell…
“Rise!the demon of desires and flame”; “that destroys the human nature of purity.”
“Oh, thy mighty! Dost thou know, people are following, what you were killed for”;
“No longer, the God of heaven, will blame us.”
Lacked they kindness, long forbidden humanity!
“Ah! They have zeal for hatred”.
They are conspiring against each other, The one loved, is being hated to heart!
Basket of desires, all have on their head!
Hands:not begging, but snatching does.
We no longer need “that snake to envy the eve”, as Adam has lost senses and GOD has decided to keep quiet…
When you grow old, you suddenly become wise.
What seemed important, all now naive.
You want to do many things, all at the same time,
Though patient, you are not patience,
Frequently you have, nightmares and and you have noone on your side.
For all of now you want to hold this time, now, right now and for now.
Life is amazing, isn’t it,
It has its own beats and drums.
Neither too straight, nor full of curves;
It’s a combo of both, with unequal amount.
The time when are at the top of sky, somehow we fall to the ground;
And when, we are at the bottom of our verge it’s gives us a sudden kick.
We spend long sleepless nights, just to wonder, what’s happening with us.
And sometimes we ask the astrologists to just predict for us,
But it doesn’t matter, we are never ready to welcome our life as it is.
Predicting is just another way to manipulate the reality, in our own bases.
Human existence along with others have been based on life, yet most of us, sometimes, just decide to quit.
What a wastage of the creator, if any; his time and wine.
Yet, no matter what one applies, this science of life is beyond common sense.
Sometimes it’s about pain and joy; sometimes it’s about mirth and coy.
Aren’t we in love with movies and drama of our favorite actors,
Can we imagine, if the life is same, then it’s a question; are we justifying with character we have got!
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