Saturday, 2 August 2014
Saturday, 5 July 2014
Self Thought-1
"You have no idea what i am going through.I made a big mistake Jean...... I am in deep shit.I need to be alone!!!...".Those were his last words as he shut the door on my face and left into the darkness.
But did he really want to be alone??...
I walked to the window . The darkness of the night had been made up for.The city had been lit up with lights from street lamps to the lights from the overcrowded buildings.Like an adorned bride she captivated my senses.But Pete's words disturbed me.And my mind floated into the world of thoughts.
"Failures are the stepping stones to success.", some great man had once said.And so should "making mistakes" be.For isn't it from mistakes we all learn?
Is there a man who came out of his mother's womb and learnt to be on his own feet the next moment or say walk without falling?How many innumerable times must a toddler have fallen before he managed to take his first footsteps?..How many innumerable times did a toddler need a hand to lead him?And didn't he one day succeed to walk??...
This is exactly what happens in life.
We all do make mistakes.We fall.And we need that strong hand to guide us through and make us walk.And that is why we need to share our sorrows.Because like sharing reduces the size so does it help reduce the burden from our hearts. Being left alone and imposing solitude on self won't improve our fate.We need to move on and rise to the situation.
For every mistake there s always a penance.And penances are meant to purify our souls and make us more firmer and mature.But there are times when no penance can bring relief and at those times we ought to leave it upon the healer, called "time".
For as time passes, the memory fades and the pain somehow manages to subside.
---Mers
But did he really want to be alone??...
I walked to the window . The darkness of the night had been made up for.The city had been lit up with lights from street lamps to the lights from the overcrowded buildings.Like an adorned bride she captivated my senses.But Pete's words disturbed me.And my mind floated into the world of thoughts.
"Failures are the stepping stones to success.", some great man had once said.And so should "making mistakes" be.For isn't it from mistakes we all learn?
Is there a man who came out of his mother's womb and learnt to be on his own feet the next moment or say walk without falling?How many innumerable times must a toddler have fallen before he managed to take his first footsteps?..How many innumerable times did a toddler need a hand to lead him?And didn't he one day succeed to walk??...
This is exactly what happens in life.
We all do make mistakes.We fall.And we need that strong hand to guide us through and make us walk.And that is why we need to share our sorrows.Because like sharing reduces the size so does it help reduce the burden from our hearts. Being left alone and imposing solitude on self won't improve our fate.We need to move on and rise to the situation.
For every mistake there s always a penance.And penances are meant to purify our souls and make us more firmer and mature.But there are times when no penance can bring relief and at those times we ought to leave it upon the healer, called "time".
For as time passes, the memory fades and the pain somehow manages to subside.
---Mers
Sunday, 22 June 2014
Friday, 30 May 2014
FOREVER YOURS
My life was barren and scorched
Our relation was one
So long as the air fills my lungs,
---Mers
And yet you arrived,
Like the early showers
Before the monsoons.
I had lost my smile
Yet you brought back my smile,
I had lost my faith
But you gave me reasons to believe.
I stumbled along the path,
You held me steady
And walked me through.
Through my rantings
You sat with me
Patiently bearing me
Our relation was one
Without rules, demands
It flowed out passionately,
Seamlessly
So long as the air fills my lungs,
So long as my eyes can see,
And my ears can hear,
I wish you would be near
Forever and Ever.......
---Mers
Saturday, 12 April 2014
Peace Filled My Soul
My soul
began to float
Away from my
body
The
throbbing in my heart
Seemed to be
washed away,
The silence
in the valley
Filled my
soul,
Finally I am
at peace.
Was it the
wind blowing over?
Like a cool
blanket holding me in a cuddle,
Or was it
the greenery of the valley,
That was
luring away my troubled soul?
I stood at
the banks of the stream
Trying hard
to smile,
As the Sun’s
ray fell on the stream
Like a
mirror’s reflection, there was my face.
I looked
around me
Everywhere I
could see life
The churning
stream’s sound
Reminded me
of girls laughter,
The swaying
leafs of, children on a swing.
The squirrels
running about,
The birds
carrying twigs,
The ants
making their nests,
The bee’s humming’s……..
Everything around
me
Was, so full
of life.
As though an
aura of energy
Draped the
valley.
I again
looked at the stream
And there,
was a smiling face.
Was it the
aura of energy?
Draping the
valley,
That lit
through my face?
I stood
there unsure, watching the smile
Like a river
joining the sea,
The peace of
the valley filled in my soul.
----Mers
Sunday, 16 March 2014
Scriblings from the heart [3]
Through my sorrows and smiles,
Yet why do i care about them?
I have stood through their tears,
Deep into a corner i shrink in
----Mers
Monday, 6 January 2014
The Excerpts from a Chat.....
The beginning of love is like movies. It’s the most amazing thing. But eventually the shine fades. That is when life starts.....
I think true love is a much different explanation....
Love is like a candle which imparts light and burns itself within till it’s over.... Not philosophy but the truth.
Love is something that evolves and not what we demand and get.
Look at it this way, love is there in every relation. Between u and me, mother and daughter, sun and earth....It fills the universe.
Sometimes we go seeking love, but it’s not something u get on asking. We have to be open to receive it.
Look at the most beautiful relation of mother and child.
A woman the moment she knows she has become a mother loves her child because she believes the child is hers alone. From the moment she is conceived, carrying and till when she sees the face of her newborn she develops so much affection, openness and longiness for the child that she believes her baby to be the most beautiful angel....
No matter the color, no matter if the baby is handicapped or retarded or anything.
Only what fills her eyes is love and only love is what flows out from her.
Even if tomorrow the child grows to be the cruelest human a mother's love for her child never ends. This is true love.
We love babies because we are open with them; we believe the innocence of their eyes. We trust them.
Love is something that happens. Don’t go seeking love.
Just be in love with everything about you and then definitely you’ll realize love....
Much better said, love is like a butterfly. Don’t chase it. It will come to you. Wait for the butterfly, but with faith that you'll receive it.
--- Mers
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