May be u don’t think about me
Or may have forgotten me
But the walls will speak the promises u made
The trees will protect the bond we shared
The birds will sing out the joy you gave…
The serene waters will reflect the spark in your eye
The stars will twinkle out the kisses
And the moon will remain as the symbol of care…
The flowers will spread your fragrance
The gentle breeze will give the warmth of you
While everything around me is full of you,
Everything around you is something else…
I wait in peace… that u will come to me …
With a silent call… a tight hug ….
And a promising promise …..
To continue the everlasting bond…."
(not the way u now think either...)
i love me and pat myself......
i hate me and slap myself....
i flirt with me .... i just insult me.....
(And still not a psych either)....
Moon Shy
Dark clouds racing across the sky.
True love began to fly.
In a love nest so dry.
The sky has gone from blue to gray.
The sun tried to peek through.
But the only sunshine in the room today,
Was my friend you.
The day turned into a night so crisp and cold.
A million stars dotted the sky.
On my sweetheart and I they did spy.
While the moon seemed shy.
True love began to fly.
In a love nest so dry.
The sky has gone from blue to gray.
The sun tried to peek through.
But the only sunshine in the room today,
Was my friend you.
The day turned into a night so crisp and cold.
A million stars dotted the sky.
On my sweetheart and I they did spy.
While the moon seemed shy.
Harmony in Humanity
Part of what I love so much about writing, and in fact the very mission of this blog, is the ability to connect with and relate to others through shared stories. The written word is such a powerful, viral way to reach others. By sharing our stories, we invite others inside our own worlds and us inside theirs. We have built a unique bond, sometimes with an individual we’ve never even met in person, that is both strong and genuine. In a world where there is far too much disconnectedness, aggression and animosity, communication and sharing our unique yet often universal personal tales truly ties us together. Though the world is composed of people of different genders, a variety of colors, religious beliefs, sexual orientations, values and goals, one thing unites us: we are all humans, sharing a journey through life. Our stories and our paths may not be exactly the same, but we are all moving along together, learning, laughing, mourning, growing, healing, loving, being. When we share our tales with others, we find commonalities between us that we may never have realized, or been exposed otherwise. Despite our best efforts to deny it, we as humans are each much more alike than we think. Beyond being the main goal of my writing, this is also my mission in life: share bits and pieces of my innermost self in effort to connect with others (and in the process, I have found I can’t help but become more self-aware and understanding of me as well).
So, as you might expect, I love when readers reach out to tell me they related to a blog I posted or article I wrote. In a way, this makes me feel more complete, and as though I’m fulfilling my life’s purpose. By the same token, I can also appreciate when people do not share my viewpoints, or relate to a tale I’ve expressed. After all, the beauty of life also lies in our differences.
If you have the inkling to connect too, I urge you to write. Even if it’s just in your own personal notebook. Connecting with oneself is equally, if not the MOST, important. The eye-opening journey toward self-awareness and acceptance is the first (and crucial) step toward connecting with and accepting others. This is important, as I am learning through my own inner and outer journeys; there is real harmony in humanity.
So, as you might expect, I love when readers reach out to tell me they related to a blog I posted or article I wrote. In a way, this makes me feel more complete, and as though I’m fulfilling my life’s purpose. By the same token, I can also appreciate when people do not share my viewpoints, or relate to a tale I’ve expressed. After all, the beauty of life also lies in our differences.
If you have the inkling to connect too, I urge you to write. Even if it’s just in your own personal notebook. Connecting with oneself is equally, if not the MOST, important. The eye-opening journey toward self-awareness and acceptance is the first (and crucial) step toward connecting with and accepting others. This is important, as I am learning through my own inner and outer journeys; there is real harmony in humanity.
I Still Intend To Smile
What I searched for I never found,
What I love will never last,
What I want is never mine,
What is mine is not what I want,
But I still intend to smile.
What I hugged is now a mist,
What I loved is now just a memory,
Who I wished to be with is now the tears on my face,
The place I loved to sit is now being rebuilt,
But I still intend to smile.
The place I call home is slowly falling apart,
The people I called relations are fading away,
The person I truly love I’m scared I’ll lose,
The places the bought happiness now bring tears,
But I still intend to smile.
My reason for living is now unknown,
My purpose for life is now nothing,
My path of life is now destroyed by nature,
My peaceful mountain peak has erupted,
But I still intend to smile.
The colorful world in front of me is now black and white
The sharp images in front of me is now small and blurry
The beautiful land that surrounded me is now just a deserted island.
The rose I was holding is now slowly dying.
But I still intend to smile.
The words I spoke non stop now find it difficult to come out,
The jokes I made without thinking no longer exists,
The laughs I had with people seems to never happen again
The memories with the people I love is now like a old album
But I still intend to smile.
My happy part of life seems to have found an end
My sorrow part of life seems to have just started,
My days with laughter have died
My days with tears have born
But I still intend to smile – because there isn’t any situation that Stops you from smiling, so simply just smile.
What I love will never last,
What I want is never mine,
What is mine is not what I want,
But I still intend to smile.
What I hugged is now a mist,
What I loved is now just a memory,
Who I wished to be with is now the tears on my face,
The place I loved to sit is now being rebuilt,
But I still intend to smile.
The place I call home is slowly falling apart,
The people I called relations are fading away,
The person I truly love I’m scared I’ll lose,
The places the bought happiness now bring tears,
But I still intend to smile.
My reason for living is now unknown,
My purpose for life is now nothing,
My path of life is now destroyed by nature,
My peaceful mountain peak has erupted,
But I still intend to smile.
The colorful world in front of me is now black and white
The sharp images in front of me is now small and blurry
The beautiful land that surrounded me is now just a deserted island.
The rose I was holding is now slowly dying.
But I still intend to smile.
The words I spoke non stop now find it difficult to come out,
The jokes I made without thinking no longer exists,
The laughs I had with people seems to never happen again
The memories with the people I love is now like a old album
But I still intend to smile.
My happy part of life seems to have found an end
My sorrow part of life seems to have just started,
My days with laughter have died
My days with tears have born
But I still intend to smile – because there isn’t any situation that Stops you from smiling, so simply just smile.
Emotion Management
Sometimes I fall “in it”. I can’t always identify what catapults me into a state of total and utter “worthy of an Ont” drama- distress, but once I’m there, I feel trapped. I do everything I know how to help myself flee and emerge, unscathed, from the dark and narrow confines of dejection, but at times it feels impossible.
Cognitively I know that the ball lies in my court – it is up to me to change my mind (and thus, my attitude), and regain my sense of calm and composure, but I have never been someone who is at a loss for emotions. And as sensitive and full as sentiment as I’ve always been, I’ve also never known how to control them. There are times I feel like my emotions own me. They start small, like tiny flickers in the depths of my gut brought on by nothing more than someone’s meaningless comment, but my thoughts give them fuel and before I know it the sparks have ignited into full-blown fiery flames, rising upward and rolling through my every cell and limb.
While oftentimes I do misconstrue words and circumstances meant to be harmless, my feelings are quick to tremble and ache. I have been accused, more than a million times, of being too sensitive. “Grow a backbone,” they’ve always said, “You can’t take everything so personally.”
And so I try, but some things are easier said than done. One minute I am basking in life’s bliss, and the next I am tearing up over the hardship of humanity. Is this normal? I don’t know…probably not. Would I be more tranquil if I didn’t feel so much all the time? Probably, yes. But, while at times my deep sensitivity, empathy and emotional aptitude are my greatest downfalls, they are also my best assets. Because of them, I feel everything deeply.
I am affected by the beauty I see in everyone and everything. I am in touch with my inner self all of the time, and I can usually sense the true sentiments of others without them ever having to express them to me. I pick up on energy and feelings the way puppies pick up on scent. Most significantly, however, my emotions allow me to connect with others on deeper, more meaningful levels. And I have to believe this deepens and strengthens my writing too. For all of that, I am grateful.
So while there may be times sentiment wholly overcomes and overwhelms me, for the most part I wouldn’t give up this part of myself for anything. I only hope, as time goes on, I grow more skilled at managing it.
Cognitively I know that the ball lies in my court – it is up to me to change my mind (and thus, my attitude), and regain my sense of calm and composure, but I have never been someone who is at a loss for emotions. And as sensitive and full as sentiment as I’ve always been, I’ve also never known how to control them. There are times I feel like my emotions own me. They start small, like tiny flickers in the depths of my gut brought on by nothing more than someone’s meaningless comment, but my thoughts give them fuel and before I know it the sparks have ignited into full-blown fiery flames, rising upward and rolling through my every cell and limb.
While oftentimes I do misconstrue words and circumstances meant to be harmless, my feelings are quick to tremble and ache. I have been accused, more than a million times, of being too sensitive. “Grow a backbone,” they’ve always said, “You can’t take everything so personally.”
And so I try, but some things are easier said than done. One minute I am basking in life’s bliss, and the next I am tearing up over the hardship of humanity. Is this normal? I don’t know…probably not. Would I be more tranquil if I didn’t feel so much all the time? Probably, yes. But, while at times my deep sensitivity, empathy and emotional aptitude are my greatest downfalls, they are also my best assets. Because of them, I feel everything deeply.
I am affected by the beauty I see in everyone and everything. I am in touch with my inner self all of the time, and I can usually sense the true sentiments of others without them ever having to express them to me. I pick up on energy and feelings the way puppies pick up on scent. Most significantly, however, my emotions allow me to connect with others on deeper, more meaningful levels. And I have to believe this deepens and strengthens my writing too. For all of that, I am grateful.
So while there may be times sentiment wholly overcomes and overwhelms me, for the most part I wouldn’t give up this part of myself for anything. I only hope, as time goes on, I grow more skilled at managing it.
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Based on a work at www.poorboy1.blogspot.com.