Immersion

I found myself in a lovely place,

Where a gentle breeze touched my face,

Where the mountains stood with their heads high,

And where the birds flew freely in the sky.

The river was so pure that it mirrored my face,

The grasses were so soft which reminded me to offer my prayers,

Where the sun enjoyed playing hide and seek with the clouds,

And the trees danced slowly in the wind singing their songs aloud.

Then I saw a familiar face which I love dearly,

Those eyes were speaking to me and all I wanted was a hug so tightly,

That we could breath out all our air to the atmosphere,

And release our spirits into that place that we really care.

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The Volcano

Once there was a beautiful place with lots of trees, plants, animals and birds. A place like heaven where the day started with the blooming flowers and chirping of birds and ended with an amazing view of sunset and the nights were so serene. A volcano too lived among them. She loved to see lives around her and was proud of the place where she was situated.

One day, the volcano was tagged as an extinct one as she had not erupted for a long time and scientists could not find any activity within her. So, people started to come to this beautiful place to see the volcano as well as to make some business out of it. Many of them who came, were not that gentle towards her or to the place which she loved. They exploited it so much that place started to ruin it’s beauty. As people thought that the volcano was extinct, they used to go nearer to her and threw stones at her. People love to tease and attack something which they think that can’t react, don’t they? It continued for a long time and what happened was unexplainable. The volcano erupted with a maximum intensity and she started to spit fire balls along with the lava and poisonous gas. The whole place was turned to ash and the lava engulfed everything, people, animals, birds, trees and plants. Nothing survived.

Now, the volcano was tagged as active. People were afraid not even to go nearer to volcano but to the place. She waited patiently because she knew that the place will be beautiful and she will be happy. After a few years, she was proud of the place again where she was situated and she lied dormant once again watching the beautiful sight around her hoping that she won’t be tagged as extinct again.

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The Pretence

So, how’s this, this mask?

Do I look pretty? Do I look smart?

Tell me, what is my role today?

Should I just keep my eyes dry or should I also wear a smile?

All those bruises can be made unseen

With a make up and no one will ever be keen

To question how fake is the smile

Or am I living a lie

An abuser lives in all of us

Some find happiness in other’s tears

Beating up, mocking up and blocking everything what is dear

Making me to wish that the death is near

Others like to turn a blind eye

Never reach out but love to give a long sigh

All I want is someone to sit beside

No need to talk, just hold my hands tight

It’s another day as I can see the light

I should be ready for the people outside

So tell me, how’s this, this mask?

Do I look pretty? Do I look smart?

Dedicated to the victims of all kinds of abuse who manage to wear a mask everyday and pretend to be okay. 

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What’s Your Status?

Clearing my exams with distinction

Looking forward to get the admission

They stopped me on my way and asked me

Hey girl, what’s your status?

Finishing my college with flying colors

Preparing myself to get my dream job and put some feathers

I found people on my way who asked me

Hey girl, what’s your status?

When I thought I found a perfect match

We could live forever with love in our hearts

But again, I was surrounded by people who asked me

Hey girl, what’s your status?

Hearing those questions all along

Starting to question myself whether I’m alone

I found the answer to that question inside me

So now, when people surround to ask me

Hey girl, what’s your status?

Looking in their eyes and standing on my ground

You know what I say, this is my status.

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Soulful Eyes

Standing two feet away from me,

I knew that you were watching me.

All I could see were your eyes,

Flames of fire burning my eyes.

I couldn’t stop myself but to stare,

Wondering what else must be there.

I remember those eyes from somewhere else,

Is that from this life or the previous ones?

Are they meant to pierce my body, soul and mind?

All those questions were passing through my mind.

Those eyes were so deep and soulful,

That I could drown myself and be grateful.

When we got distracted from the people around,

I knew that those eyes will just linger around.

May be not in this life but surely in my dreams,

Ahh! I think it’s time to wake up from my sleep and say goodbye to my dreams.

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A Letter To My Younger Self….

Dear my younger self,

It’s been a long time that I didn’t write to you. But you know that I miss you a lot. We had such a wonderful time together. I still remember those days where I was still learning not only the academic stuff but also about the society and the world itself. That was the time where I started to broaden my mind and started accepting the people from different backgrounds. I went to several states, saw people who spoke different languages and followed different culture and traditions. You made so many friends and some of them are so good that I can keep for lifetime and share my secrets. You learned about technology including computer which is helping me now to connect with my parents and friends even though we are miles apart. You read so many books and gave me a wonderful space to hide each time. Your sleepless nights with your friends where you roamed the streets enjoying street foods gave me sweet memories to remember for the life.

I’m not afraid to tell you that you did some mistakes too. You were so poor in making decisions about your own life which had a great impact on me later. You were so naive to trust people who were not good enough for your time and attention and got hurt so many times. Sometimes, you were so stubborn to accept the facts because you thought that you were right and were not even thinking about other possibilities. Lack of wisdom made you to jump on certain opportunities and then to get disappointed later. You didn’t have the patience to wait for the best ones to come and opted for the things which you thought were good for the time being.

I know that I gave you a list of mistakes that you did which affected me a lot but I want to assure you that I love you a lot. It’s because of you, who made me who I’m today. I learned a lot from all the mistakes you did. Time made you to go for a trial and error method and I got all the results. You gave me bitter and sweet memories which is essential for a good life.

At last, I want to tell you that I would really like to visit you but you know that it’s not possible. I will always keep you in my thoughts as you are so dear to my heart.

With love,

Your older self

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Look Up To A Tree

When I was happy, I looked up to a tree

It showed me how to dance with the wind.

When I had sorrow, I looked up to a tree

It made me to hang on till the storm changed to a breeze.

When I was proud, I looked up to a tree

It taught me to stay rooted and be humble.

When everything crashed down, I looked up to a tree

I learned to be patient with the things that cannot be changed.

When I had more than what I needed, I looked up to a tree

I found that the true happiness is in giving what others need.

When I was hurt, I looked up to a tree

And it showed me that the healing was always from within.

When I felt alone, I looked up to a tree

It made me to believe in myself and to trust that I’m unique.

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True love?

They say love is blind

But why it sees only the beauty outside

They say love gives us the purpose

Yet, they use love for their purposes

They say that love is unconditional

And they rip love with all of their conditions

They say love bears everything

Then why does it break without even thinking

They say that you can find love in other’s eyes

Then why do they keep on looking for other sides

They say love heals

Then why does it causes so much hurt

If you find someone who says I love you

And then, do all the second lines

Beware of that love, my love

Because, that love is not of the truest kind.

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The Final Battle!

You show me your face with your mischievous smile

You hold my hands to convince me that it’s my time

You promise me that there is a wonderful world outside

You want me to travel with you and to turn a blind eye

I know that you are the absolute truth

And no one can deny your immense strength

As death is your name that we all agree that we know of

You are that unconquerable emperor that no one can think of

To even look at your face, forget to fight

This could be just a fun for you, Oh you beautiful sight

And your sword may be the mightiest

But I have my own reasons to fight

I promise you that in the end when you conquer me in the battle

I will be the queen with the crown and a smile.

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An Eerie Night..

Those eyes pierced through my soul…

One evening, I was walking back to home from my work place. It was a pleasant and beautiful day in the village. The sun was setting and the darkness was creeping on. Behind the bushes, I saw two big twinkling eyes. I had never seen something like that before and they were staring at me.

I started to tremble when it started to move. So many questions came to my mind. What is it? Why is it coming towards me? Did I do anything wrong? What does it want? It took me a minute to gather myself and take control of my thought process. Yes… I know what it is. It’s a tiger!

Run Joyce, run!!! Run as fast as you can, my brain told to me. I started running leaving behind my bag and taking just my life in my hand. “I have to find a place to hide. I cannot outrun a tiger. It will catch me soon.” My brain advised me again. After a few minutes, I saw a building. I went inside the house and to my surprise, I saw all of my family members there including my daughter. “No, it cannot be true. They can’t be here. The tiger is going to hunt us all. Where am I going to hide my child? Oh God, help me.” I could hear myself sobbing. Suddenly I said, tiger…tiger…run and hide. I took my daughter in my hand and started running again searching for a safe place to hide. I went inside a house and locked all the windows and doors. But, I could hear something thumping on the roof. I started to cry holding my child and then I shouted at the beast, “Leave us alone”.

I can’t breathe and move… Why can’t I move? Why am I sweating? I wanted to raise my hands and to open my eyes. I tried to figure out what is happening? Where am I now? I’m in the room. But, where is my child? I slowly tried to move my arm to reach my daughter. Yes.. I can feel her leg. Is she alive? Yes.. she is. Thank God.. she is breathing.

So, where is the tiger? Did I just have a nightmare? It felt too real for that. “What’s the time now? Oh! It’s only 2:30 am. I have only four more hours to sleep. I have a shift in the morning. Go back to sleep, Joyce…”, I told to myself. Making sure that my daughter was safe and sound, I went to sleep again. While I was dozing, I just hoped with a prayer in my mind that I would never have to run with my child for our lives.

Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you’re waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.

Mike Carey

Have you ever noticed there is never any third act to a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there.

Max Beerbohm

I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I’m not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

Mark Z. Danielewski

Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there’s little fun to be had in explanations; they’re antithetical to the poetry of fear.

Stephen King

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