Food for thought

Hello Everyone,

Today I am not going to share my own creation. Rather there is something that I liked and what made me get back to HeartspeakRM. I would love to share it with my friends out here.

I am hoping it helps me get back my knack of writing...


So here are the excerpts from what I gathered..
To achieve harmony in relationship, one needs to be at be harmony with oneself internally.

For that one needs fulfillment of 4 aspects of our personality - Physical, Emotional, Intellectual & Spiritual.

At Physical level we need food, clothing & Shelter, At an emotional level we need to get and give love.

Now coming to what stuck to me....

At an intellectual level we need good thoughts.
If one is hungry and doesn't get good food, the person will eat anything that is available just to satisfy hunger.

Similarly, when we do not get good positive thoughts, we dwell on whatever thoughts are available to us, at times very negative and detrimental.

"Intellectual Frustration" - this word stuck to me from this article on Times of India.


This cognition has brought me back here, coz I don't want to be a frustrated person in any sense of the word. That's a symptom of failure in this battle of life. It is a sign that one is going to give up. Some sort of finality. But I have not given up and not going to give up anytime soon :)

So here I am.

Satisfying my intellectual needs with my friends on this planet of beauty, love, poetry.

Hello Girl !!

Hello girl

You are gorgeous
You are the Sun
You are the moonlit night

You are the girl in the picture
with the bright laugh, her head held high
beaming at the sun, the dark brown hair shining as gold and the supple light arms holding on to a bicycle handle


You are the one to whom a small cute princess had gifted a rose with a dimpled smile on her face
You are the one who beamed when the proud parents listened on to a happy teacher
You are the one who whispered about an admirer to a best friend


You are the one who had it in her to moult and spread her wings and fly when the floods came charging in
You are the one who had it in her to sweep any crying heart off it's feet to a warm smiling sun
You are the one who had it in her to transform into the shy, loving, teasing, alluring sweetheart


Shrug this cloud of monotony off your shoulder
Race with your heart beats, egg each other on
Run so fast that you are cleansed of all the soot and dust of sadness
That your heart is full of the air that is "You"
The "You" you had once lived as and still go on being

You are the one who still has it in her

Solace

The same letters comforted the bruised heart again.
Like a warm air clears up the foggy glasses and makes things visible
I did not expect those few lines would ease out things for me Today also
What routes and passages remain alive in the subways and underworld of heart hidden under unlimited floors of self deception.

Pink Roses

Someone came along and said to me you are so beautiful and went off to lead a life oblivious to me, I revelled in happiness, floated high, looked the moon in the eye.

Till a day someone came along and said to me you are ugly and went off to lead a life oblivious to me, I fell down from the great height, felt miserable and couldn't see the mirror in the eyes.

Till a day I came across the one-who-had-said- I am beautiful and the one-who-had-said-I am ugly sitting together and arguing on the color of roses to be planted in their garden. The one-who-had-said-I am beautiful said yellow is beautiful and red is ugly. The one-who-had-said-I am ugly said red is beautiful and yellow is ugly. When I approached them with an anticipation of recognition in their eyes, they didn't seem to have any memory of me at all. I tried to use their logic to decide I am beautiful or ugly. I found out I liked Pink and never could focus on the beauty or ugliness of Red or Yellow.

I was happy again.

We spend life times trying to conform to people's opinions, only to discover if we are lucky enough, that it never mattered....those opinions, even to those who gave the opinions. All we need to try to find out and gather are our own pink roses.

This pages refreshes every attosecond !!

The origin of my journey of life is this point here now from where I can not move a step back. I still can decide the direction to take, for each one of us always ends up on a path untrodden regardless of whether the intension had been to walk a trodden path or exactly the reverse. The grounds of the journey of life are ever changing. Even if you walk on the exact coordinates stepped by your ideal you, one cannot assure you the same shady trees, the same robbers of your riches of emotions, happiness, peace or wealth, in fact one cannot assure you the same riches even if you follow the exact routine of your idol to every single moment.

To each his own journey, own decisions, own revelations and own truths. So I am rest assured that I am not going to miss out on anything. Coz I am walking on my path where the truths are yet to be revealed. I am waiting with a wide eyed child's wonder and equal overwhelming excitement for what lies ahead. The scenery keeps changing.

So here I am off to walk towards my destiny and the origin has again changed to this moment for I cannot go back to the moment when I started writing this.

The page of life gets refreshed every attosecond or quicker than that. We have a new chance at a better life every moment.

Good luck !!

Jane kya baat hai

Kya baat hai ki kahani ruk jaati hai bante bante
Lab khulte hain par lafz wapas sarak jaate hain aate aate
Kuchh dhundla sa yaad aata hai; nigahein uthake dekhta hai dil
Fir ek hasin gehri saans me badal jati hai karwat lete lete

Bahut roz hue khwabon se mulaqat na hui
Wo mujhse naaraz ya main unse kuchh samajh na aaya
Bas yeh suni shaamein baat aam ho gayin

Dil kehta hai kisi ummeed ki ungli pakad
Bhari aankhon ke dariya se bahar nikal
Jo dost hai tera safar me thaam use, udhaar le kuch khwab aur chal
Jaane kya baat hai ye aahein usika daaman jalaye jaati hain
Bejaan khwabon se bojhil aankhen, jab uthti hain uski taraf
Sulagte dil se nikli loo ke saath uske khwabon ko bhi thandi raakh banaye jaati hain

Sacrifices... Unsubscribed

No sacrifices... It is a choice that we make....every single time....to live in our own eyes or in the eyes of others.

To have lived a life fully lived or a life that is regarded by other lives as "fully lived", who in turn are banking on some such certificate from others for their lives to be regarded as fully lived and the chain goes on.

It is a choice every time.....whether to hold requirements and wishes as sacred just for the fact that they are not ours. And whether to brand the steps to live our dreams as selfishness for the mere fact that they are ours....

Whether to be holier than thou or to be happy; and spill that happiness around when the cup runs over.

Be happier than I was and not secretly envy every person at peace with himself/herself.

It is a choice to live life or window shop life and make a recurring deposit of all the moments and actions hoping that there will come a day on which you will be able to get a huge sum of happiness with interest of goodwill in future life.

"Future life" is a misnomer. Life is now.
All we will end up doing with these recurring deposits is convert them into fixed deposits and life insurances; Maturing at a time when we are incapable of telling between living and breathing, between talking and speaking, between seeing and looking. Between a life fully lived and a life certified as fully lived by others who would have been in turn certified thus, between being happy and being holy,  between sleeping and closing your eyes and being partially unalert , between spilling over the overwhelming happiness and giving alms of sacrifice.

It is a choice we have made all our lives. When we did sacrifice it was actually our choice to do what we did and give up what we didn't.
When we were forced to make sacrifices it was our choice at work again whether to listen to the person who wants to make a sacrificial goat out of us for reasons perhaps unknown even to him or her or a as a complement or supplement to some such sacrifice he/she has made or has been making. Even for that person it was a choice.

It is a resultant of our choices that we live. Not with some glowing halo around us or white divine feathers as our locomotor but with clipped wings and tiers and tiers of wrinkles on forehead and tiers of ageing under the weight and tension of the eyes raised in the hope of some day we will.....it will....

The day is Today
Take control. Be gallant enough to save your soul; to save and help to grow that small sapling of white light given to us when we set foot on earth.
Each man to his sapling and the world would be spilling over with white light.

Not the chain of black spots where each dark spot is filling itself with someone else's white light via a suction pump named sacrifice and creating another black spot.
Each one sucking up the light out of the nearest glow via sacrifice, creating a chain of black moving spots that indicate the lives at unease, the lives miserable.

Contrary to this a life of choices, real choices not made to confirm to other people's estimates or expectations, will be an overflowing river of light.

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