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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The idea box

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright Ted Strutz

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Ted Strutz

 

“Honey, is it on?”

“What?” she shouted from across our room.

“The box i brought home last night.” I shouted back, my thoughts scrupulously wandering across every bizarre universe you can think of. Oh! universe? Wierd.

I could almost hear a faint sound of metal striking mind.

“I think the fuse’s burnt” she said with an air of expertise.

“Was this important?” she asked almost waiting to devour my answer.

“Yes, it was a gift.” i replied almost sadly.

“From?”

“The aliens that visited our house last night. They said it was some kind of an idea box that was gifted to them by aliens that visited their house.”

“Ohh , i think we should pass it on too” she suggested.

“Brilliant idea!”

 

 

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.

 

 

Soar High

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Dana looked at the sky and however hard she tried, her eyes were transfixed there.

Four mighty majestic birds owned the sky creating patterns that made her spirit strong. As they maneuvered along the sky chasing each other and falling back, she felt a strange sense of feelings chase her own heart.

Little Dana looked at her brother who was watching them as well and wondered if even he felt what she was going through.

As the birds soared higher than her eyes could see and came down one last time she knew it had captured her spirit.

She knew she wanted to be the ones who flew them. She wondered what they called them.

Little did she knew she would be the first woman pilot to fly a fighter plane.

 

Fearless

 

He stumbled upon a territory in his mind that he hadn’t visited before , a dark place full of memories that invoked terror and left him perspired.

He wished he hadn’t so grown attached to her but it felt as if the universe left him with no choice.

She had left him and disappeared into the nothingness, a place he was so familiar with, until now.

As he prepared to join her he felt as if suddenly, the sky seemed black and the earth under him crack.

That was the moment he realised being fearless was just a myth.

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Happiness plenty

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

He looked like a simple person and he was sitting in front of me in the restaurant.

He smiled when our eyes met and then he went back into his waiting state.

I was busy talking to my friend on the phone and eating in a hurry and suddenly i saw him eat and realised that what it means to enjoy eating your food.

In India, a lot of people prefer eating Rice items with bare hands because it kinda feels personal eating thus. But it is still considered Awkward in big restaurants.

It was Rice that he was eating but he was eating it with his hand enjoying every morsel.

Sitting there i understood happiness is doing what we love happily.