Peace and change

Sometimes a bold step is a much needed step.

Life isn’t as easy as it seems.  You expect and then you get hurt. You love and then you get hurt again. Basically for some people it’s just pain. Life’s designed to test you at every turn; you need to make sure you keep your emotions in check and your dreams at hold.

There came a storm in my life that left me lonely and made me question the very reason of existence.  There was no particular reason for the time and hence no reasonable solution.  It was as if darkness had just swept in my soul and no matter what I did the darkness just grew darker and stronger.

After a month of dilemma and silence I knew I had to do something. I would just see the bad in people. I would just find fault in every action, I would just find irritation in every word of concern, I wasn’t myself. This is when I knew I had to stop it.

I just didn’t know how.

One fine sunny day I was returning from having breakfast when I felt a calling. For a moment I could swear it was the mountain speaking.  I left the course I was taking and just went to the top of the mountain. The wind hit my face hard and at the same time I could feel it soothing my heart. For the first time in a long time I was at peace.

Peace.

How it eludes us.

Change.

How it plays with our hearts.

The next day I did the same thing. The next day I did the same thing too.

It was after a while I wrote my first poem and it went like this.

The nature

Is all for your self

To venture out

With your inner self

 

All I do is just to stare

To have the beauty in my heart bare

Whoever told staring was hopeless

Against beauty matchless

 

The glorious sun did shine

It’s penetrating gaze all mine

And the silent moon did speak

With me and the peak

 

The peak like a stone

Stood all alone

Ripped up, by us all

In its own solitary hall

 

As I march to join it

I know my life’s lit

To find a peace so profound

Its every meaning escapes sound

 

Solitude at night

Shines so bright

It takes me to a distant land

To give me a friend’s hand.

 

The fair breeze blew

My boundless joy flew

I cried out in sheer delight

As I took the timeless flight

 

I landed by the stream

To see white silvery cream

Joy flowed there like a treasure

Its meaning never measured

 

There I met a maiden fair

Beauty flowed in her every hair

In her eyes, I saw an enigmatic pool.

Where fire burnt cool

 

Each day our friendship grew

Alas! Its meaning understood to few

Her every sight moved me

Nevertheless I thank thee

 

The maiden was my heart, my very own

Bound with joy in my gown

Your hearts your greatest gift

In joy and sorrow you together drift

 

Solitude benevolently did shower

Joys of immortal flower

This large entire creation

Is beauty’s perfect manifestation.

 

And this is how nature healed me. Maybe if you are struggling with something, maybe if things aren’t right its time you connect to nature, its time you connect with yourself.

 

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Crowd

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

There was so much to see, so much to feel.

It was haphazard, feeling lost amidst a crowd. When you have people everywhere but not the one who you expected anywhere.

It was a dance in motion, a synchronization that occured randomly with chaos. It was a battlefield and a monastery.

Standing there , i felt i was a part of something greater. Something far more simpler.

It felt i was finally a part of humanity.

 

 

His Legacy

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

It’s said you cannot trap a heart in a place because only a heart has the freedom to roam the world freely.

And yet for Bala it was different. His heart was trapped in his room.

Every instrument there called out for him. They made him forget food, sleep even.

His friends and family wondered what good he was up to until, until the day he died.

One of his friend  put up his composition on the internet.

It changed everything. It changed Music.

It created a Legacy.

Mirror Mirror

Copyright – Janet Webb

Copyright – Janet Webb

 

Shreya stood in the corner of her room and stared at the mirror on the wall.

After a while, she gasped her breath and whispered ” Mirror Mirror on the wall, which is the fairest selfie of them all?”

Puffff!! Came the smoke and the mirror replied –

“Baby, you are just 9 , worry about the crayon you lost, by the way it’s under the table and it’s time you sleep.”

 

How i left the Kitten?

I had to leave it.

One love i didn’t know i had. Looking back i feel i have done the right choice. Or maybe a wrong one?

The moment i stepped into his house and asked the uncle there, “Can i take him home?”

He didn’t like it, he didn’t want it but all the while he agreed. “You can have him” he said with a sadness that i couldn’t sense then.

I opened the door and saw him resting on his mothers lap unaware of my next plan. I took him away in his sleep and half way back home he woke up. He was afraid. He had never left his home or his mother and here he was, being taken. He struggled, he kicked me. I never gave up. Nor did he.

It was the moment where i put him at a height i thought he couldn’t jump. I think he surprised even himself when he did that and he ran. Helter Skelter. I chased him and saw him running into a hole. He never came out. I had to break it or else i would have let the poor guy die.

After an hour i caught him. Man , he did fight, he did give me a chase.

 

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Just when everyone where happy and thought we could take him, i looked at the poor Kitten and thought – Will i give u a better home?

I think the question was always  “better” not “new”   because all the while i had been asking myself the question – Will i give u a new home?

New might certainly never be better.

I went back and left him with his mother.

I saw a happy mother. The uncle was happy too. Maybe i was too.

But that is how i left the kitten with a heavy heart.

I want that

 

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg

“I want that” she said looking at this fantastic house covered by green. It wasn’t the angle the house was in or the way it was built, there was something about this house that made it difficult to describe.

I looked at her eyes and at that moment decided i would give anything to go away from this world and retreat there.

I couldn’t change a lot of things but i could change us.

It was her peace that was important.

Peace at the cost of happiness? Certainly.

I vowed we would run, literally too.