|Teacher of English, Nature Lover, Diehard Optimist, Incorrigible Romantic and Grateful Human. Live and Let Live!|
You are ignored when you are too attentive.
You are unwanted when you are always available.
And you are unloved when your love is unconditional.
And still, you care, you help and you love.
That's why you are the angel they don't deserve!
- Tina 🍀
Hello dear fellow writers,
This is just an experiment to encourage you to dig a little deeper than usual into your soul.
Try and picture your childhood self as clearly as possible. What is the most drastically different aspect of your personality today, when compared to your childhood self? What brought about that change?
Please leave your answer in the comment section. Just trying to find out how each one of us is brainwashed into what we eventually become...
Thank you in advance!
- Tina 🍀
I breathe... The air filling me and leaving me every second...
The process as monotonous as the working of an engine...
But my soul is quite unsure of being alive..
Searching for proof, a smile or a tear that rolls down..
Just to ensure it's not a corpse I carry around,
For it takes a lot more than just breath, to prove one alive.
- Tina 🍀
The bond of marriage can only be truly understood once you are personally into it. Because it is one of those rare and exquisite phenomena, that seems entirely different on the outside, from how it actually is within. It is the strangest of human bonds, where you have a hundred differences that you crib about, day in and day out, a whole bunch of stuff about each other that you just can't stand, and a complete list of complaints against each other... And yet, as you stand in the airport visitors' chamber, with your life partner on the other side of the glass wall separating you, and you know you wouldn't get to see any of those irritating habits, gestures or expressions on that face, for the ...
Can't live together...
Can't be away...
That's how odd we are...
Tied by heartstrings...
Torn by passions...
How perfectly strange we are...
And yet when I look into your eyes...
The world stands still for a while...
And all the strangeness melts into,
Just one cascade of love!
- Tina 🍀
I love you!
A thousand little joys...
... and immeasurable pain!
- Tina 🍀
I am lost in a pile of broken dreams,
My tears flow in ceaseless streams,
I know not where to find myself,
Within and without I find no help..
Happiness was a mirage I chased,
Loneliness was the reality I faced,
When I look at myself in the mirror,
I fail to recognise the gloomy figure.
Little joys are enough to sustain,
To please the heart and tease the brain,
But it takes strength to forge a dream,
And joys are not as easy as they seem.
Give me my daily dream, I shall sustain without my bread,
Give me something to love, even if it leaves me dead,
Give me a ray of hope, to cling onto and breathe,
Show me a worthy path, no matter where it may lead...
- Tina 🍀
Here end the years,
a bunch of ten years,
and ten more years,
till this phenomenon reappears...
What's all this fuss about a Happy New Year?
As if a year can change the piercing pain and fear...
It's the same killing silence of the broken heart,
With every heartbeat tearing my lonely soul apart.
We fool ourselves with hopes of a better tomorrow,
When today is all we have to repair the sorrow,
When the heart fails to speak, and the soul fails to hear,
There can never be a Happy New Year!
- Tina 🍀
How beautifully did the poet write, that the amount of moonlight falling into the room, depends on the size of the window...and even more importantly, on whether it is open or not! Could anything be more revelatory about one's quality of life?
- Tina 🍀
The most beautiful thought I have ever read was perhaps one by Rumi. I wonder if ever this world we live in, can be described in a better way. He wrote that Truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell down and broke into a thousand pieces. All men picked up one piece each, looked at their own reflection in it, and decided...that was the Truth!
- Tina 🍀
Uninvited guest, but a class apart,
Nightmare to some, and refuge to others,
The ender of pain, the healer of sorrows,
Wrongly judged and unjustly feared.
Life ends in death they say,
But Death's end is yet unknown,
Hand in hand with life He walks,
And when She stops, He carries her away.
- Tina 🍀
So much to say, and yet the brooding silence,
As if thoughts have refused to turn into words,
As if emotions lie too deep for expression,
And life is too short to recite the story of the heart.
- Tina 🍀
As the hands stretched out of the blue,
Pleading for help, struggling for breath,
It was life that screamed out in anguish,
The primordial will to stay alive.
The same hands had prayed so long for death,
Surrendering to what life had put her through,
Tears had dried and smiles faded,
And somehow she knew her time had come.
But there she is now amidst the waves,
Looking for a merciful hand of help,
For now she knows the worth of life,
Now that death stares right into her eyes.
- TINA 🍀
A crowd of faces in search of a bunch of dreams,
Walking paths strewn with leaves, STONES and thorns,
Forever in PURSUIT of the skies of eternity,
For though bereft of wings, they are meant for FLYING,
It's not the ground they seek, but the endless skies,
All fragile beings torn between a smile and a TEAR,
And bearing the burden of a heart even more fragile,
For death lurks in the dark, sharp as a needle,
And all it takes is one prick to burst the BALLOON of life...
- TINA 🍀
Fear is perhaps the most innate and primal instinct of every creature, and Even the bravest of us, have our own hidden fears.
I have always taken pride in being a gutsy kind, not easily perturbed or unnerved by anything. I have absolutely no fear of darkness, ghosts, or the creepiest and crawliest of bugs. I do not fear strangers, loneliness or loud noises. I am not scared of heights, Failure or challenges either. strangest of all, I have absolutely no fear of the most primal of all fears - death! Still, I must admit that fear isn't unknown to me.
I fear being taken for granted, of doing more for someone than they deserve, of being just a giver all my life, receiving nothing in return...
It is just human to fear, that things may go wrong,
To calculate risks staying awake all night long,
But it is also human to trust, our heart's natural instincts,
Hoping to build the best, when life drops tiny hints.
It is just human to doubt, others' intentions and one's own strength,
Whether we'll ever have the courage, to scale life's entire length,
But it is also human to believe, those whom we love till the end,
To know that for every traitor, there will also be a loyal friend.
It is just human to cry, for those sorrows that come with tears,
Growth cannot be possible till we abandon our fears,
But it is also human to laugh, at ourselves and our mistakes,
For it ...
You are indeed Life's true friend,
Just to meet her, you wait till the very end,
You keep reminding us that Life's not for ever,
So no matter what, take her for granted never,
You are ever beside her, like a shadow,
Unseen, unknown, and yet reminding wherever you go,
That one who is willing to die, alone has a reason to live,
Beyond death he lives on, who endeavours to give,
Oh Death! The giver of ultimate peace,
I shall love the bonds of Life, till you give me my release.
I've spent my years in your quest,
And so do intend to spend the rest,
But as time is slowly fleeting by,
I realise now with a heavy sigh,
That you have many forms and names,
But won't be found in tricks and games,
Hardly does anyone know you well,
It's their own idea they try to sell,
You come with a heart gentle and true,
And are wholly cherished by very few,
Fortunate is the one touched by your hue,
And in his lifetime, truly gets to know you.
You were here much before I landed,
And I have done all that you commanded,
I know you'll stay here, long after I am gone,
Still I thank you for the gift of each new dawn.
I've known your value after taking you for granted,
After losing what I needed, in search of what I wanted,
But now I know that your rhythm matches my heartbeat,
And I shall honour you, my friend, every time we meet.
Imagination and creativity are often left in the backseat, when one is compelled to take the steering wheel of life. That exactly is what happened in the past few months, and I was unable to write anything at all. But now I am back, and hopefully will manage to write more often, even if not regularly. Thanks a million for all the encouragement. God bless you all.
DARE TO DIFFER
It's a crime to be good, in a criminal world,
For goodness is unknown, and therefore to be feared,
It's a sin to hear voices, that by others are unheard,
For the rule of the book is to follow the herd.
It's a flaw to have vision, when the majority is blind,
When you are expected to be mean, how dare you be kind!
It's a shame if you have dreams, goals and hopes combined,
In a world of protocol, how dare you own a mind!
It's blasphemy to raise your voice, when the whole world stays mute,
You are indeed dangerous, when public opinion you refute,
It's a mistake to follow your heart, in a world dictated by the brain,
And brains too in effect are few, the rest go down th...
It is beautiful to give without expecting anything in return. It takes courage and a large heart to do that. But if it is a blank wall that receives all your affection and warmth, and for way too long, and you receive not even the slightest appreciation for all that you do, some day you are going to be drained of your positivity, feeling empty, unwanted and unloved. Never let yourself reach such a point in life.
Don't make your life all about yourself, for giving is the joy of life. But don't make your life all about others either, because if you aren't happy yourself, you can't make anyone else happy. Love and respect yourself. That's where your positive energy must flow from.
Every fallen leaf has a story to tell,
Of greener days and brighter hues,
From the day it sprouted, to the day it fell,
And the cycle of life, thereafter ensues.
It is not for the leaf to decide,
The day it would flourish or the day it would die,
But it does by the rule of Nature abide,
And live with a smile, and die without a sigh.
Even as it floats down with a gust of wind,
Torn away from its hitherto beloved mother tree,
It dances, its hopes on a new life pinned,
And rejoices in the end that sets it free.
The magic of a cup of coffee,
Of marshmallows floating in ecstasy,
On the steaming brown elixir,
That sets the imagination free.
In the warm cosiness of my room,
Away from the world's sulking gloom,
With this burst of energy in my hand,
I could write of dreams, drama and doom.
A sip from the tip of the cup,
Brings my fatigued spirits up,
And my pen lands on the paper,
Spilling words, with its chin up.
Dearest coffee, my muse and friend,
You are the divine relief, God chose to send,
For those whose souls crave to fly,
Keep inspiring mine till the end.
There is a mystery in the mist of autumn,
It's almost as if it hides a secret solemn,
As if it knows the pain and grief of the trees,
That have to let go of what they love, with the breeze.
The mist seems to descend like a flimsy blanket,
Shielding all that is for reality, way too delicate,
Healing the wounds, and soothing the hurt,
Giving a last touch of dew, to leaves on the dirt.
Rise with the autumn, rise to new life,
Embracing joys, embracing strife,
For if there be a lesson to be learnt from this season,
It is that even pain exists for a reason.
I wish to walk by those lanes again,
Filling my heart with joy now and then,
Picking up bits and pieces of yesterday,
And the tiny pebbles of memories on the way.
Sometimes, I wish I could be the same within,
And then I wish I could once again begin,
But when I see myself today, proud of my being,
I know it's been worth, and I regret nothing.
God created Nature in all her beauty and bounty, and then mankind was created by her, as the crowning jewel on her head. We were blessed with gifts of both strength as well as intelligence, so that we may be the protectors of the rest of her children. But, with passing time, our own achievements and power, blinded us towards our responsibilities, and today our existence on this planet is no less dangerous to our Mother Nature, than the Frankenstein monster had been to his maker. Every right comes with a duty, every power with a responsibility, and perhaps we have failed to understand that without the mother who gave birth to us, we ourselves have no existence.
The skyscrapers, the globalize...
Celebrate the lights of a glowing night,
Celebrate wingless passion's lofty flight,
Celebrate the sweetness of love's daily doses,
And the fragrant trails of a field full of roses.
Celebrate not just the stars but the darkness too,
That all things fit in their places, is indeed true,
If it weren't for tears, joy couldn't shine in our eyes,
The prettiest smiles come veiled by gloomy sighs.
Let not a turn of fate ever make you think,
That your glorious destiny is about to sink,
Let not some moments of sorrow ever dictate,
The way you look at life, your trust in your fate.
So celebrate every moment, celebrate from now,
Learn to spread joy and teach others how,
Celebrate today for it is never ...
Thoughts pass my mind like waves in the sea,
Each with a rise and fall, each simply meant to be,
Each making an impact deep within my soul,
Each turning my self from incomplete to whole.
These thoughts need no words,
They are like multicoloured birds,
Yet I try to hold them in my pen,
For if ever they return to me, I know not when.
My poems are born from my view,
Of the world around me, old and new,
They speak of my mind, soul and heart,
And of my true essence, are a precious part.
There is a world beyond dreams and wishes,
Where hearts pray for each other and life flourishes,
Joy is the only success there, and love is all about trust,
And holding friends above oneself is an absolute must.
That world is the haven of friendship, precious beyond words,
The nest that inhabits forever similar feathered birds,
In that world my God, I wish to live, today, tomorrow and forever,
Keep me happy, or keep me sad, but always keep us together.