You were the Star Of my dreams Eyes of my Soul Strength of my Mind Depth of my Inner Voice Echo of my Silence Spectator of my Patience I am a Poet You an Artist Art met Art Love brewed a lot We loved each other a Waffle Lot.
I stood there Stood still Hands in the pocket Thoughts racing like a rocket I chuckle And turn left As if to see what is left Then I slowly start to walk With my inner self I talk Certain thoughts rock my head Making it hard to hold the life’s thread I loose it’s grip But never let the bad phase of my life flip Suddenly i recollect his words Those words spell a magic Which always makes me think with a logic Life is no tragic Just his words always does the magic Now I say Life is a magic Wherever and whenever he is around.
We imagine a lot of things and certain things fascinate us so much. Imagination is a gift presented by god to every child. But as we grow we slowly move away from imagination and that imagination is dominated by reality. But very few people try to keep their imagination intact. In the process of keeping their imagination intact, they create a lot of characters, weave stories with those characters and those stories are so beautiful that every person who comes across these stories will fall in love with the imagination of the writer and they start living in a imaginary World yet again through the work of the writer. If the work of a writer who imagines so much and pens his thoughts is admired by a reader and finds it so beautiful,just imagine how beautiful would the mind of the writer be and how chripy and breezy his thoughts would be and how broad his mind would be and how wonderful his personality would be and how kind his heart would be. A person with imagination might seem to be mad and simple but once you talk to him and get to know him more you will be lost in his beautiful world and you never want to come back to reality..
Why women are mostly taught to always hide the emotional pain? Is that a rule or a laxman rekha that has been told or drawn by the majority of the families across the World? Or is it good to always hide pain?. Lot of questions started popping in my mind at this moment.
We all are human beings and we go through different emotions. Each one of our emotions ebb and flow. People tend to reach to different emotions in a different way. But Our society has a different rule/law for Women. The rule is “She should hide her pain”, she has to have all the patience in World to deal with no matter what she might be going through” they want the women to adjust for everything, even during the worst of the worst situations that they come across in their lives. Attitude towards getting adjusted has to be changed. Too much of adjustment leads to resentment which is not good in any relation. We the Society have to create an atmosphere at every home to our women to express their emotions, try to listen to them rather than asking to *adjust*, let’s value their opinions, let’s understand them through their inner voice and let’s give them all that we can to make this World a better place to be.
Observations form into a train of thoughts in a Poet’s mind and when such observations instead of melting down tri to generate a spark in the Poet’s mind then they try to pen their thoughts. Next few paragraphs which you are going to read are the observations which will make you all think for a second.
A Girl is such a precious thing in every family. Generally the majority of the family has more affinity towards a girl. I have seen it through my eyes. The family gives a lot of respect, in goes a lot of care and pampering while upbringing the child. The affinity to an extent is good but the more and more it’s shown then slowly at a point of time, the girl and the family start to disown each other. This is a simple contextual side of a girl life. On the flip side i get to see and hear a lot of women showering love before marriage and after a year of marriage or so , the dynamics of the relationship changes and all of a sudden the one guy you loved and living with becomes loud and starts to build a cloud in the girl’s life. The bright day seems to be gloomy, simpler things are found to be difficult, and so much unrest in her life because of the guy.
Why can’t the guys start living in the shoes of the girl? Why can’t they be their strength rather than letting her down? Why can’t the guy appreciate the little efforts she puts in to progress in life? Why do they forget that she is the same girl who he had, liked, loved and married with utmost respect. ? Being together doesn’t mean just being under a roof for someone’s togetherness. Being together is all about getting people to gather and talk about little happiness, little efforts and helping each other to bring little sunshine in the life rather than trying to gain autonomy over the girl and disturbing her life as a whole.. If it’s your goal? Then life will definitely make you run from pillar to post letting you know that life is all about little things.
Give her space.. She becomes your base for your success
Give her little happiness She builds a palace of memories
Be the real you With YOU That’s when YOU Will be able to Be happy and content in life.
Few people come and go But he was like a drizzling snow We all know His mind was his bow His imagination weaved into words Was his arrow In his cupid heart I burrow A beautiful soul He was and she decided Not until tomorrow But forever and ever He will be her hero