Ways n means :-)

When trapped while we check for ways n means to find a vent, a broken window, a key....His ways are way beyond our imagination can fathom.... Just leave it to Him, Mr. God Almighty... bat your eyelids and the next moment you will be standing in the midst of a beautiful meadow...with a warm crisp winter sun beaming at you and no walls or traps for miles to see... :-):-) I believe in this magic and it works everytime... But you have to do your bit of trying at first to trigger this magic :-) RM

Acknowledged

When she had looked at the new Moon, it had seemed promising of an equally beautiful other face
As the full Moon approaches
her disappointment increases.
Having to choose with only the new Moon in sight does not seem anything like a gamble anymore
The more she plays it, the more predictable it gets

It always ends the same way.

Sometimes the Moon gets uglier some times she
No matter who loses face, it is always the night that is disfigured.
It is always the moments that are lived only half.
The other half is only a promised dream.

She lives half lives all her life
Throws away her only chance to fulfillment to sulking
How she wishes for two separate worlds for the two kinds of people
People who make their own world of dreams, and people made by dreams of the world around them.

She sees the former losing out to the latter.
She meets people of the former world but as the moon waxes
She loses them to the vacuum in the people of other world.
She regrets seeing each one succumbing faster than the earlier one


Heart speaks a lot that can be conveyed by only a silence
Awaiting a gift of acknowledged silence.
A sigh acknowledging the "what could have been".
A silence strengthening the belief in the beauty of the "what could have been".
 

To God:- If one life is what she gets, she could have been better off with a little more patience, a little more space for her world. Could have ended up with a lot less "what could have been"s.

Stars

Moms n Dads are the stars that lit up and show the path in the dark corridors of confusion and brighten up our dull, upset evenings. In the nights when Sun of loud happiness, crowds and momentary friends sets, these are the stars that glitter, twinkle, laugh and wink, telling us that the day is not over yet and take us into their cozy embrace of a quiet, warm private party

Will I make it

I just felt like coming here .... Why does this abode created by me look so distant, and too beautiful and calm to achieve or reach.... Have I lost track and can still find it or have I reached and gone past it.

......WITHOUT BEING APOLOGETIC ABOUT WHAT WE ARE...

Writing something after a long time. Really really really long time.
I find myself thinking whether to write what I want to write.

Then I think of writing something that I heard and liked today.

Then I think of writing something that people will want to read, or find interesting, or will enjoy.


Our mind makes and rejects so many decisions within a span of 2-3 seconds. But why do we stress our minds so much. Why can't we just be; do what we like; be ourselves. Every person is a colour in himself (does not mean I am leaving out the hers, am sure we women are not dependent on the "/her" to make our presence felt ;) ), that way we will have variety and thus get to see more people rather than reflections of reflections of some ideal person (may be trendy or the "in" or the "happening" person also).

Sounds like preaching :). Here again, I am trying to get an immediate feedback or confirmation or acceptance. Trying to sound correct, trying to be within the boundaries of what and how much can be said staying within the people pleasing limits.

Would it make me a rebel if I do otherwise, NO, but, this fear, of not being accepted, of not being in the warm circle of "We" (herd), trying to be different but only enough to be noticed but just short of making any changes, unsettling people or making them uncomfortable.

Being a fashionable revolutionary or rebel of sorts, a revolutionary accepted by society without having to pull up its sleeves or get up from it's comfortable seats/lounges. This by design fails the meaning of the term "revolutionary". A rebel not revolting or unsettling the norms rebelled against, rather used as a logo or Brand, stylish to be associated with.

How many times do we find ourselves hating a group loudly for being snobbish and discriminatory, and feeling priviledged or patronized or even obliged to be welcomed by the same group, or to even win a good word of praise from them, for the new hair style, or the new clothes; all the while grinning, sheepishly with a look over the shoulders to ascertain how many are witness to this moment of glory.

This is still slavery of sorts, which we need to come out of. Again, "need to" might be replaced with "want to", "may like to", "would like", "would find great", "would look great", on the basis of what we want from life.

We can walk in herds and end up in slaughter houses, without knowing why we exist. Just serving to a tasty, accepted palate.

Or we can walk as individuals, WITHOUT BEING APOLOGETIC ABOUT WHAT WE ARE.
Not afraid to say and be what we want to be.

Time to fight the emotional slavery.