Everyone shares a Story – Life ♡

Life is god gifted. It is never easy for anyone be it anyways is often also like a flow of water. We all so have our story. We all share various ones. Let us share here.

That lustuorous green Tree May not be so Healthy — March 20, 2019

That lustuorous green Tree May not be so Healthy

There are stories of all sorts
As they are lives of all kinds
And humans diverse to each other
So are the atmospheres of individual lives

If you see the leaves of the tree green
They may not necessarily be healthy green as they seem
But probably they are just trying to look good on the surface

Deep down the roots there probably is too much to unveil
The roots which have had the sorrows and pain
Those which must have gotten stepped on to
Or given the dirtiest of water on earth

Maybe the roots were so thin to grow
That they gotten even no space to breathe well
Maybe the sunlight was there
But other trees which were preventing this one from growing

Maybe there was a person to take care of the tree
But, who was sad all the time
To give pain and sorrow to the growing budding thing

You never know really what one goes through
To empathize is hard, to sympathize is easy
To say that you know is a thing of ease
But to feel how one does, is really not a cakewalk

So, the bold smiles can deceit
And also can those tears

But, id you fail to listen to the chaos behind that charming smile
You are one of a kind persons

It’s easy to tell do this and that
It’s difficult to ensure you said something practical
Maybe her sorrows is what she’s living in
Or may be her ambition make her life better

Pulling it down or rising a new thing
Without knowing the background
Is a bad mistake

Let’s ensure we listen and listen
More patiently
To the ones we love
The ones we don’t know

Collect some information on how one feels
Then, try stepping in the shoes
To make it sound good
And helpful

Or may be
Being Listened to
Is all one will need.

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Fear — July 9, 2018

Fear

A Fear inside the heart is the worst silent killer
She yet dies every second
Every second she fears of losing her loved ones

Deep down she knows
That everyone, for a reason
May one day need to part
But, there are these people she loves most

She fears to lose at any cost
Not that she can’t live otherwise
But, she values them maybe more than her life
A night without dreams isn’t slept
And similarly, time without knowing about your loved ones
Isn’t lived nice

Let’s all take a moment to express
Whoever we owe to be dear
No matter how busy our lives may be

Life still is beautiful? — February 1, 2018

Life still is beautiful?

In utter confusion and doubt

As to what is really going on..

Torn apart, she’s moving… Like anyone else

It is the matter of today itself

When she got told “you are high on self – criticism, you criticize yourself way too much”

She yet wonders if this is the truth

Or what all she’s thinking about in her mind running jabbering day in and out

Perhaps the truth is only what is happening

Only what she can’t take control of

And Only what she is unable to help

Only what she’s trying to run after like an insect

Forgotten what one cries for

She has tears as her bestest friend

She hates em, because it makes harder for her to be in self, to run again, to think in calm and what not for

But, She still loves to cry..

Because this never leaves her hand empty

But of course shaken at times

Still she continues to be grateful

Grateful for what has been, what still is and very very hopeful of what she desires

She still has the courage to dream open-eyed

No wonder her dreams might never come true at all may be

Or may be her angel does all the good

Knowing not the reality she is still hopeful each second

Living what happened time some other day by default

Life is all still supposed to be in place

And so am I

I have made myself helpless though

It is I who forgot to add the cement to the bricks

And now, merely things can be done

Life is still beautiful right? 🙂

Struggle between demands of life and death — October 2, 2017

Struggle between demands of life and death

Yes! She is one of the most weak’s.

She really is the weakest.

With no courage, no strength and loss of all good she used to have..

No wonder how bitter are her words

No wonder she spills acid to everyone blooming

She’s just a wreckless being now

Breaking to minute pieces by every bit happening to her

Reality is she is not the wholesome cause

She undermines her own importance which is worth the take

But, through the journey.. she doesn’t remember for herself to bake

There is huge sorrow and meaningless puddle

Put yourself in, and begins the struggle

All she needs to be successful at is

Fighting her demands

Because if she doesn’t

Perhaps, she doesn’t want to live at all

The survival is hard if demands are might

But anyhow

That is what the bet is about

She has to survive with it all

And No! She is no smart ass of all..at all!!.

Beauty perseveres — February 14, 2017

Beauty perseveres

Is it not strange how beauty perseveres in all sense and form?

Indeed for me it is strange.

There is not a moment when I am a part of the nature and I don’t experience a sense of beauty, a sense of relief

It is always so forsakenly granted by nature that no matter what

Even if I see the same creature or part of the nature’s beauty each time it becomes just irresistable to appreciate the beauty.

How marvelous nature is in its true form. Complete and secure with the whole lot of insecurities.

I wish to embibe such qualities that nature offers us.

How beautiful, how serence, so perfect 😊

It’s good to be Alone — February 12, 2017

It’s good to be Alone

It is good to be alone, alone at times

Be it under a roof or under the open sky

It is good to talk to yourself

It is good to be interrigative

It is good to bond with yourself

So much that none knows you so much 

Alone time is the heavenly feeling one must have off and on

The better you know yourself

The better the understanding of life

Love yourself.. love your soul.. 

LETS FIGHT THIS MENTAL WAR — February 8, 2017

LETS FIGHT THIS MENTAL WAR

So many have i heard, and so many I have seen

In my vicinity people on whose mouth a peaceful word is never taking birth

Be they me own, be they yours or be they of none.

They do suffer through some form of hurt, they suffer from insatiable stress

The food for which they do not know exists..

They are here, amongst me and you

They suffer from mere anxiety or non present yet real pains

They need help, they know not what or who to even knock the door on

All they do know is, they are mixed minded

They have forgotten the right mental maps of living

They have probably forgotten the art.

What about the so many who smile even after intense pain and disabilities?

Why can’t these people be among them then?

They can be!

All we need is to stand against stigma.

THE STIGMA AGAINST MENTAL ILLNESS BEING BAD!

WE NEED TO RAISE OUR VOICE AS PROUD PSYCHOLOGISTS.

WE NEED TO RISE. THE OCEAN NEEDS TO RISE WHERE PAIN IN ANY FORM IS GIVEN IMPORTANCE AND IS ERADICATED WITH TIME AND PRACTICE.

I PLEDGE TO TRY AND HELP WHOEVER I CAN WITH NO BARRIER IN MY HEART AND MIND.

DO YOU?