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Courage = Boldness

According to merriam webster Dictionary essential meaning of bold: not afraid of danger or difficult situations.

Living boldly, defines it more. However it has different meaning for different people:

Mahatma Gandhi meant it by adhering to satyagrah, truth, non-violence. For NELSON MANDELA it was fighting against racism. And Abraham Lincoln lived boldly against slavery.

Other examples: Hillary Clinton fought against male dominated presidentship of United States (so what if she didn’t became one, it takes boldness to stand alone). We know, Angella Merkel very well.

We all might have heard Space X and Elon Musk, he dared to explore space research in a innovative way. From Facebook to Amazon, Alibaba to Ebay, all are living a bold glory.

We I cite these examples, there are ‘n’ others. Who live silently to the high level of boldness, mothers; if you know vivekananda, you will know he highly respected women, and their empowerment.

It’s true, I am immensely attracted to the boldness my mother has, she is an amazing firefighter, not actually a firefighter but the way she lives her every day it’s more or same like fighting fire!

I don’t know if I am bold enough to say about me, but I can certainly tell, somewhere deep inside we are already living that strength, maybe it’s hidden now, but it does get visible when we need it.

You don’t have to dress yourself tight leather jacket and jeans, riding new version of Apache or something. And then jamming traffic. You can just dress

Boldness

the excitement of life, you behold. Deep, dear to your heart. Wear it nicely, show it elegantly. Even in pain, smile even if lightly. Rise your head high and chin held tight. There if needed, you shall fight. Oh! See, here you go .. You are living BOLDLY…

#thoughts are personal.

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Grateful: Yes, I am!

Being alive*! Isn’t it? Waking early, and jogging in the morning freshness: I find it most interesting that I still have chance to correct my mess. I still can be sorry to those whom ‘ I may have hurt! ‘(We all know, a lot has happened;in past)

Having mother*, who every damn time, yells me to take shower, and eat on time;to avoid bad health. And father*, who worries more about their daughter’s future than his own!

I can fill my stomach, and sleep comfortably*: when there are many who lacks it, not by choice but ‘not having a choice’. I find it blessed to have these.

My country is safe, and world is at safest*! It matters a lot, when others are happy, only then, you can be at ease.

Hope*. This is the most ‘beautiful‘ thing to have, in this ‘wonderful’ world. It is said it’s never too late! ;

How can five or six things consolidate your feelings? you are grateful about! Even writing this wordpress blog, I feel gratitude.

I don’t know if you have heard or not, but there is kutti Story song from Master movie a Tamil song sung by Thalapathy Vijay and Anirudh Ravichander, talks about momentariness like…

“…Life is very short nanba, Always be happy…. “

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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.

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Lessen you’ thinketh

The more you think, the worse.

As thoughts are contradictory, self and others.

Uncombined twisted meaning of conventional wisdom.

Paradoxical events binds together, in an event of cognitive dissonance.

Has been less complicated in approach; Plato has not been melted into simplicity.

Greek philosophers to Indian ancient hymns: Large canonical texts, looks impressed.

Wonder it’s been, to decode:

Thoughts, it’s origin, processed, divided.

To me, to others and to this overlapping structure of society.

This ‘thought’, has robes to change.

Rightly been said:

The less you think, the better.

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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”.

It takes blood and sweat to wear that crown.

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New year’s Eve-il

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! “.

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Monsoon and You

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.

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Mirage in science and life

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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Love me

From the moments of now,since we begun,
Know me.
when I get afraid of ghosts, after watching night horror movie.
Talk to me.

When I fail, and everyone shuts their door of encouragement to me.
When I am upset because my monthly mood swings is intolerable to others,
Be with me,

When everyone raises their brows on my character and being;
When I have noone to trust, but many to question,
Have faith in me.

When I am old, not pretty anymore;
When I am on my; verge of end, and the god of Death is about to strike his last stroke,
When my dear ones are gone, and I am about so,
Hold me,
When I am done, and you live your own;
When time has passed, and your memory is about to fade,
Remember me
Deep to your heart,

Love me…

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Gone Love

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.

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let thy heart decide…

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