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Leave it, until you make it!
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.
Don’t just decide, ACT!
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…
Breathe
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.
Fail until you no longer fail!
Afraid of failing?
Do you want a practical tip for it?
Maybe, yes!
So, I tell you,
“FAIL! “
Yes, you heard it right, the best tip to get rid of it is to fail, fail and fail; till you have failed so much that you no longer care: fail Or not!
I have tried it, I was damn afraid of failing. Every single time i would just overthink about it, till I was overwhelmed of it’s fear.
I failed, of course!
Many times,
Now it’s like normal!
Failure is as same as success!
Why should be bothered about only one!
Fail until you no longer FAIL.
Master of Ship
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.
Crown
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”.
My Ex- parents’ house
They say I don’t belong here.
I was daughter ‘their’s’ once.
Of this family, by blood, by love.
I grew up, they married me off!
No longer, situation is same.
“I am married”, ” I am someone else’s “.
“I don’t have the say”, ” I can’t nay! “.
Once ‘my room’, is no more, mine.
This land: I planted tree, I trimmed these grasses, now flowered, with dozen fruits.
This balcony,
I cried,in pain; I danced, in rain.
This dine:
I cooked with love, of love, for the love.
So different things have grown.
I look through window; not come inside.
I am a stranger, a passing by.
This structure of wood and bricks,
People said, ‘house’; I ‘home’.
What should I plate it now:
“My ‘ex’ parents house”.
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