Standing alone in the crowd
The fearless
Facing death
Standing firm
Our nation’s heroes
.
The brave
Holding weapons
Looking vigilant
Our nation’s pride
.
The caring
Rescuing people
Consoling the distressed
Our nation’s sons
.
The warriors
Defending borders
Fending off enemies
Our nation’s fighters
.
The martyrs
Protecting us
Leaving loved ones behind
Our nation’s trust
.
The nation salutes
The nation loves
The nation respects
Our nation’s soldiers
Dreary nights
Guiding stars
Shining moon
And warm blanket
.
Cold surrounds
Lone musings
Glistening spirit
And mellow tunes
.
Jumbled thoughts
Frenzied head
Eerie silence
And heavy sighs
.
Pretty memories
Blue trips
Teary eyes
And nostalgic smile
.
Spinning world
Warm hallucinations
Hollow void
And grim blackout
Helpless
Running around
Pleading
Begging
For life
Dying
Helpless
Afraid
Staying inside
Watching
Praying
For others
Crying
Afraid
Selfless
Saving lives
Worrying
Hustling
For world
Caring
Selfless
Selfish
Taking advantage
Grasping
Scrimping
For themselves
Money-grubbing
Selfish
Worried
Searching job
Struggling
Grovelling
For family
Scraping
Worried
Grateful
Having roof
Appreciating
Thanking
For privileges
Cherishing
Grateful
I both love and hate that we carry virtual memories that we can play in front of our eyes, not just in our heads, anytime we wish. It allows us to relive those moments, be there with people in it, even when they’re no longer with us. It can be very beautiful and heart warming, but it can also be the most painful realisation that you don’t have that person in your life anymore. These virtual memories can kiss you to sleep or knock hard on your head everytime you’re about to close your eyes and keep you awake for days. We’re just a few taps away from all of this.
Honestly, I think that the reason this has such vast emotional boundary is because every single one of us is in a different state of mind. Some have bitterness, others have positive vibes. We all have different approach to the same situation. We choose how we react to something that happens in our lives. We choose the impact it leaves on us – positive or negative. We choose if we are going to grow from it or cry about it for the rest of our lives. We are the creators of our feelings, not the other way around. We can be a beam of positivity for ourselves and for everyone around if we learn the power that resides inside our body, trapped in the veins, ready to flow from head to toe on one command.
Focus on how your brain works. Once you learn about yourself, you have the power to make anything happen, feel anything you want and feel only the things you want.
Harness the power that is you and you’ll find the world and everything in it as beautiful as yourself.
Wake up
Dress good
Go to school
Kaboom! It’s all a dream.
Stomach full
Healthy heart
Happy mind
Kaboom! It’s all a dream.
Loving parents
No worries
Spoon feeding
Kaboom! It’s all a dream.
Love of life
Secret keepers
Warm welcome
Kaboom! It’s all a dream.
Cozy bed
Roof over head
A happy place
Kaboom! It’s all a dream.
Moments to spare
Time to live
Self care
Kaboom! It’s all a dream.
Not all of us have the better privileges of life. We often complain for not getting life done our way and yet we forget that there were sweaty children selling balloons we felt sorry for while sitting in an air conditioned car.
There’s always something that we have and something that we don’t. Appreciate what life gave you because it could have been more thorny. Be happy if you eat daily. Be happy if you get education. Be happy if you have someone to buy you toys and gadgets. Be happy if you can rely on someone. Be grateful if there’s anything that you have because someone out there might not.
Help those in need while you can. Maybe someday someone might help you with whatever you need. Give without expecting and you will feel the magic flow through you.
Someone might be having a bad day. Compliment them. Smile that will come from the other side will make your day as well. There’s nothing more satisfying than the acknowledgement that you are the cause of someone’s happiness, big or small.
Be grateful. Be kind. Live happy.
Wings of fire
Tiara of flowers
Handful of courage
And she dared to dream.
With bravery to support
With confidence to elevate
With sass added to beautify
She dared to dream.
Heart breaking
Tears flying
Loss striking
Yet she dared to dream.
Looking straight in the sun
Squinting not a bit
Letting free of her spirits
She dared to dream.
Imagining
Believing
Making it happen
She dared to dream.
Now grab your talent
And your courage
And your tiara
And YOU dare to dream.
1, 2
Everything’s blue
3, 4
A knock at the door
5, 6
Something’s here to do the fix
7, 8
Open the gate
9, 10
A light in the dark den
11, 12
Keep happiness in the shelves
13, 14
Long it has been
15, 16
All about its sheen
17, 18
My heart to read is keen
19, 20
Happiness in the shelves are plenty
Read.
As much as you can. As much as you like. Just read good. Whatever interests you. In whichever language you want to. And I say read it, not watch it. Read positive. Read happy. Read thrill. Read philosophy. Read science if you wish. Just read and read. Don’t make yourself a slave of technology. Keep a habit of reading alive in your veins. It will keep you safe from negativity. It keeps you from boredom and you get to know something too. Maybe just a fictional love story, but you get some knowledge. Even the fiction is always related to the real world at some point. So I say again, READ.
Okay! Let’s talk about it. Was it really?
The unborn delicate human like life living in the womb of her mother, unaware of the talks the outsiders were having. ‘Is it a girl?’ ‘I’m afraid so.’ ‘Oh no. I think we should go for abortion.’ And days later she confronted death even before she was born. Ironical, isn’t it? Do they say that the safest place you’ve ever lived in is your mother’s womb? Unfortunately, not for all. Even if you’re giving them a life, it’s not yours to take. Now, was it her fault that she was a SHE? Or was it even a fault?
It was nearly a year since she moved from her “safest place” to a world full of demons. At a party, playing with other kids, suddenly a pair of claws grabbed her. In the dark, she felt pain, a lot of pain. Not understanding what was happening, she cried. Seriously man, do you have so much lust filled in you that you are no human anymore? That you can’t even keep your hands off a toddler who has not even grown boobs yet? Who barely knows how say mamma? Who can’t even stand still? YOU are a devil and was it her fault? Was it her fault that she has a vagina?
All grown up, she headed for the office in a dress little bit above the knees. Waiting for the public transport, she noticed a pair of dreadful eyes staring at her. Then a man in boxers called out to her and indicated “You should not wear such inviting clothes if you don’t want attention”. Tell me, what exactly are “inviting clothes”? Measured by length? Then, oh boy, the man was seeking more attention in that case. Was it her fault that it was a hot summer day? Was it?
She stepped out of high school and they got her tied to a lifelong bond with a boy she barely knew. She longed to study but she was merely a liability. She got raped every now and then (it is a real thing called marital rape*). But she was just a little child afraid to raise her voice in this unjust society. Was it her fault that she crossed the legal age for marriage? Was it her fault that she turned eighteen?
Answer me now, was it really their fault?
We live in a society where a change is needed, a change of mindsets. Some people (including all genders) just don’t seem to be reasonable. They point out to any ridiculous thing to make it a girl’s fault when something happens.
We want and need to change, people.
I do not say that victims are always girls or they are never the criminals or others do not suffer. I’m not even being a feminist here. I’m only trying to highlight some wrong happenings of the society. Not intended to offend or point out anybody.