The world 'is' because 'I' feel it!

Sometimes you forget who you are and what you are made of. You forget what you have done and what motivates you. Lost within the contours of the worldly engagements, is the  faded voice which triggered you. With the broaden horizons and rolling time your inspiration gets lost and now who will inspire you? A light conversation with a dear one, helps resurrect the deeds you performed and things come  back to you. Those unexpected words of encouragements, galvanise the redundancy in you. You may have lost your sheen, but your deeds always speak for you. There are times when we forget what we have got, but have people who stand by you and make you remember what all can you do. Everyone has lows in life, but fortunate are the few who have pillars of strengths showing them the forgotten image of self, which defined YOU. This Friendships' Day I dedicate the poem to my closest pal Pallavi Mishra who helped me bring bring back my inspiration! 

When your inside is troubled, you just work on the superficial glow. Showing the good image, you just try to steal the show. Depicting whats not wrong, you try and please them all. Not figuring out what's wrong within, you just believe its all strong. Faking to your close ones, you just try and stop being true to yourself. The given image of the society engulfs you and you fear to take cognizance of what's going wrong. The shackles of denial possess you to curb and figure the things going wrong, you stop being yourself and confronting your fears- to just prove to others how happy you stand tall.

Lost in the new phase, you put on a new hat. Consumed in the work and new profile, you just forget the old times. The friends, the fights, the travels, the workload.... The adventures that you have undertaken, are something you have outgrown.   Craving to exercise the regime of the old times. You just think to figure out ways to do things that defined you well and fine. Stealing sometime you peep into your facebook profile and suddenly you find your whole world in front of your eyes. The beauty of your old friendships sparkling like the perfect wine. A trail of memories flashing before your eyes. You wait and hold your breath, reliving what has gone. Just can't thank enough for the alone time you get, to cherish it all!

Shit happens in life, shit will happen in life. It is something which is natural, and affects everything alive. Similarly in sanitation, it’s important how we deal with shit. The sanity in our heads, describes the behavior towards everyone else. Running away from shit depicts your attitude- defecating in the open shows the careless and ignorant you. Not dealing with your shit, you leave for others to suffer. Your stinking shit will haunt and make everyone suffer. Just taking out it from body is not the only thing, you have to ensure that your problems are addressed and not do not affect the environment. Life will give you challenges; you have to deal with them. You can’t throw your problems on others and hide away from them. Similarly when you shit it is your issue, you can either be a  coward and hide or a warrior who fights - Disposing it safely marks your careful attitude, depicting the sense which withholds a conscientious soul. These lines are influe...

Disability is within your mind, something which ceases you take the right call. Every trail which you have crossed, has taught you things which you haven't duly explored. Failure tests you, but dealing with these failures will always inspire you.  Every step you take to overcome the fall, will reflect the determination in you and commitment towards your call. If the prerequisite to acquire the goal is missing, will be replaced by the intensity of your want. The will to do,  the will to achieve, the will to learn the right strategy. It is only when the darkness prevails, the chances of noticing the spark prevails. The poem is inspired by this man- https://www.facebook.com/Skyegpet/videos/1711753082402930/?pnref=story  

Sometimes you just can't recognize yourself, getting consumed in your daily chores you end up tiring yourself. Your ability to articulate goes down and down, when the tension to do multiple things breaks you down. Making your voice merely a noise, thus making others fail to comprehend what goes on. Eventually in a halpless state you turn into something you are not, the frustration of not being acknowledged just makes you fall. You don't know what to do and whom to call. One needs an abode where you feel safe and not a home where you are merely a slave. Life never turns out the way you want it be, everyone seeks a place where happiness breeds. You look here and there, but it lies within you. Finally helpless, you just find the fault in thyself. Pondering over and over, of what happened to your life, you just give up thinking and give up the futile fight. You learn to make peace, and realize life goes on.  Shifting your orientation, you end up making your chores th...

Sitting on the chair, a doting laptop and some songs that bring music to your ears. Making sense of what goes on and what renders you happiness, trying to be happy when nothing that you do reflects your name. Watching life go by, you think what is that makes you tick? Flashback brings you memories that suggest that you have lived life. Wanting to have that life, you struggle and work hard, but nothing comes out that eases the pain. You try to surrender, but its not easy giving up, as that is the thing that brings you some sense. Not waiting for  a miracle, but trying to work hard to get what you deserve. Once in a while you just give up, coz you know that there is nothing more than you can do but stare in the blank space to see your fate!