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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…

MK

#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!

#family

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…. “

Be happy, Be grateful!
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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.

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Utopian fantacies


There was a girl,
Full of innocense,
believed her dreams.

A warrior prince, she was hoping for;
Who fights her miseries;
Takes her far:
In a world of peace, love and joy,

There was a fire, sudden at night.
Her room was locked,
Her parents cried, help!

Yet that girl, sat and smiled.
She waited, doing nothing.
When the door opened,
She was bemoaned.

Sitting by the window,
Waiting for that prince.
Closing the door,
Not crying anymore!

What a dark imagination she had!
Once what made her happy,
Today, killed her crappy.

What a believe, fated to ashes!

A utopian fantasy!
I declare!

Beware of what you believe/it can either make you or break you…
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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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Dotage

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.

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May, I Get A Bigger Hit!

Yes,
I adorn  clothes their;
torn and worn.
I fill my stomach, leftover;
bitter and wetter.
I have messy hair,cheesy attire;
Dirt hooked up; crime booked up.

Now here;then there.     Searching identity;
everywhere.
Sometimes beaten, sometimes chased.
Running away, where to stay?

Sky is my shelter, bare ground my bed.
When you cry, I mourn;
when you laugh, I sigh!

Watching you, observing you;  I grew up. Saving self, working help;           I grew up.


Dare I choose;                                 If ever I could;                      Complain, compare. 


“This justice, unconditional, worth, not to share”.


Yes,                                                     I am;                                     nowhere near.                        Being like you,                             not in my list.                                  I am in hurry; I am hungry.   With a wish;

” May, I get a Bigger Hit! “

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WHOSE FAULT


What is dream? What is aim?
What it is people long for?
She started searching, since she was kid,
She was different, she well thought.
A long notes, a lots of lecturers, heard and watched, as they said.
She thought, it was money, to grow rich!
So she started, methods for such;
She tried something without a plan, not knowing how and what to look for.
Suddenly, it wasn’t her dream, it wasn’t required.
Once again she found a new dream,
She thought it was to find a lover, someone rich, love her more, a worthy man of her love.
“I will devote my youth and old, happily together nothing to bother”;
So she searched, a perfect man, in every man she could find;
She met many, but noone worked out, as they were on a similar line!
Handsomeness, loyalty, and fidelity, all wanted;

but not from self, from their partner;
Teenage passed, in this wish;

once she grew, she will find her prince.
In such way, time passes,
People came and went, nothing changed.
Noone found her worthy of their time;
She asked people, all whom she knew,
Few said beauty, few said money, few said self-esteem, all she lacked!
So what’s now?

she changed profiles, changed her beauty creams she found;
From organic to cosmetic all she tried;
All failed, as by this time;
People she met, few had broken past…

few wanted just time pass, but she wasn’t ready for her compromise;


Long has she saved her true first love, for someone, who loves as their own.


So, again everything failed apart.
Now, she was broken, deep inside, all her childhood, teenage, and old;
All just passed, all in void.


Now she was all herself again, neither she was rich, nor had the handsome prince.
She has to be just another bride, just another groom!
No white horse, no empire of her own;
She has to compromise, now she can’t frown.
All fantasies , all fancies, all fairy tales so far, vanished, made her own a clown.
She lost herself, she failed herself as she thought;
This pain as she said: “my heart bled like never before, as we see a woodcutter chopping hard and hard”.


She had noone, she thought for,
No friends, she cared for.
Though she is living, but not alive;
There the question rises again…

“What is dream, what is aim, what is people long for…”

Whose fault?…

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DEAR HEART

When all sudden, nothing seems right,
When you have nothing; to hold it tight.
When despair is all around you, but noone to hold your hands.
When having everyone around you, doesn’t makes sense, and you still feel alone.
When your fate is mocking at you, and God and has decided to watch quietly.
Oh my dear heart! don’t cry; don’t cry, if there is darkness around you.
When you fear what if nothing works out and maybe everything can fall apart.
Everything but you will be left destroyed;
Oh my dear heart!Don’t get hurt;
When people whom you trusted, breaks your heart, don’t be timid;
Do not compare with others, who looks amazing smiling on their present life.
As, there is difference, between smiling and laughing!
No heart, ever died of heartbreak, despair and failure;
For life is the very source of being alive;
And when hope of survival is there, passion of, not over yet, is there;How can life ends…
So, oh my dear heart!don’t loose hope;
Is it the first time, it ever happened?
is it the second time, you have noone to complain!
You know better; things have happened earlier, situations have been similar;
Oh my dear heart! But you never quit;
Remember the promise, you made to me;
You will never be like others,the previous day;
Today is just another day; another issue to make you proud of yourself, proud that you weren’t afraid.
Oh my dear heart, let it go;
I know you, since I was born, I got this body; so got you;
We have been together in shit, joy and mirth;
Didn’t you once told me, I am strong; if it was true then, so it is now;
I have you, you have me; and so we are complete;
Oh my dear heart, thou are my friend;
So, wipe your tears, look into mirror;
What beauty, what strength, does others have,better than you.
Isn’t your favourite song” jodi tumar daak sune keu na aase, soi tumi ekla chlo re…”?
Don’t you like reading linkon and Thatscher?
If it’s so, then you have believe, believe in yourself, believe in me;
Oh my dear heart! I promise to make you proud,
Proud for choosing my body and me.
Let me repeat your favourite lines…
“Where there is a will, there is a way”…
And oh my dear heart! I will

“Always be with you”…

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