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“Leadership Unleashed: A Guided Journey in Personal Development”
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My heart is a garden of dreams
Where you walk when day is done,
Fair as the royal flowers,
Calm as the lingering sun.
Never a drouth comes there,
Nor any frost that mars,
Only the wind of love
Under the early stars,—
The living breath that moves
Whispering to and fro,
Like the voice of God in the dusk
Of the garden long ago.
To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.
You look at things
Through his eyes.
A cardinal is red.
A sky is blue.
Suddenly you know he knows too.
He is not there but
You know you are tasting together
The winter, or a light spring weather.
His hand to take your hand is overmuch.
Too much to bear.
You cannot look in his eyes
Because your pulse must not say
What must not be said.
When he
Shuts a door-
Is not there_
Your arms are water.
And you are free
With a ghastly freedom.
You are the beautiful half
Of a golden hurt.
You remember and covet his mouth
To touch, to whisper on.
Oh when to declare
Is certain Death!
Oh when to apprize
Is to mesmerize,
To see fall down, the Column of Gold,
Into the commonest ash.
When everything’s darkness
And you feel so alone,
When the rain doesn’t stop
And you can’t make it home,
When it feels all is lost
And you just want to run,
It can’t rain forever.
Just wait for the sun.
When family is pain,
When friends can’t be found,
When you just want to scream
But you can’t find the sound,
When it’s all your fault,
And you feel like you’re done,
Just wait for the sun.
The sunshine will come.
The storm always passes.
It won’t last forever.
The rain always stops and gives way to good weather.
The brightest and warmest of days still to come.
Please wait for the sun.
The sunshine will come.
People who need you,
People who still love you
Can warm up your soul like the sunshine above you.
You’re never alone,
No matter what’s done.
Wait for the sun.
Just wait for the sun.
Dark clouds always pass.
I promise you, hun.
We’re all waiting with you.
Just wait for the sun.
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen.
A kingdom of isolation,
and it looks like I’m the Queen
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in;
Heaven knows I’ve tried
Don’t let them in,
don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel,
don’t let them know
Well now they know
Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
I don’t care
what they’re going to say
Let the storm rage on.
The cold never bothered me anyway
It’s funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all
It’s time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me,
I’m free!
Let it go, let it go
I am one with the wind and sky
Let it go, let it go
You’ll never see me cry
Here I stand
And here I’ll stay
Let the storm rage on
My power flurries through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I’m never going back, the past is in the past
Let it go, let it go
And I’ll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone
Here I stand
In the light of day
Let the storm rage on
The cold never bothered me anyway…
When tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me,
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I’d have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I’d always thought,
I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had
If I could re-live yesterday
Just even for a while,
I’d say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven’s gates,
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne.
He said, “This is eternity,
And all I’ve promised you.”
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day’s the same way
There’s no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn’t do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you’re free.
So won’t you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don’t think we’re far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I’m right here, in your heart.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good….
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the Rocks, Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow Rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing Madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of Roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty Lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and Ivy buds, With Coral clasps and Amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May- morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me, and be my love…
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed- and gazed- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils….
WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears…
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixed; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.
Sip your Coffee
Nice and Slow,
No one Ever knows
when it’s Time to Go,
There’ll be no Time
to enjoy the Glow,
So sip your Coffee
Nice and Slow…
Life is too Short but
feels pretty Long,
There’s too Much to do , so much going Wrong,
And Most of the Time You Struggle to be Strong,
Before it’s too Late
and it’s time to Go,
Sip your Coffee
Nice and Slow…
Some Friends stay,
others Go away,
Loved ones are Cherished, but not all will Stay ,
Kids will Grow up
and Fly away,
There’s really no Saying how Things will Go,
So sip your coffee
Nice and Slow…
In the End it’s really
all about Understanding Love,
For this World
and in the Stars above,
Appreciate and Value who truly Cares,
Smile and Breathe
and let your Worries go,
So, Just Sip your coffee
Nice and Slow….
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever…..
Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found;
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run
“Why do I love” You, Sir ?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—
The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—
The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He’s Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree….
I can be without anyone
Behold her, single in the field,
He built a wall
Around his heart.
Then she came along,
And the wall fell apart.
He stepped out of the wall
Just to realize
It’s still full of pain
And as cold as ice.
So he said to himself,
“This love thing, it isn’t for me.
That’s something
I finally see.”
But before he builds the wall again,
He wants her to know
It was his love for her
That he failed to show.
If only she could see
What’s in his heart,
How he feels for her,
The way he’s torn apart.
“Please understand,” he says.
“It’s not you that I blame.
I know your feelings
For me aren’t the same.
Maybe it’s just fate
That I fell for you.
I just couldn’t help it,
Although I knew.”
She’ll never love him back,
That he has to accept,
But loving her, knowing her,
Caring for her has been a joy
That he’ll never regret.
He knows he has to move on,
And with time he shall,
But it’s gonna be hard,
And it’s gonna take a while.
Although he doesn’t want to,
Believe him, he’s trying
To let go of his feelings,
But a silent hope keeps striving.
For what he doesn’t have
He does not complain.
In fact he’s grateful,
Having someone to share his pain.
In these last few lines,
He just wants to wish her well.
May all her dreams come true.
That’s all he has to tell.
So he’s taking his leave now,
With just one hope within…
That someday she will realize
Just how much he loved her.
If only she had seen…
But he will be long gone by then,
Inside his broken wall,
Never to come out again,
Never to hear the call,
With few memories to join him is his pain,
And a vow never to love again… 
WHEN we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met—
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears…
( valentine special poem,💞)
When we were together seems made for eachother…
We are more than what people think when they saw us together…
I saw my dreams within your eyes…
I felt the love I thought was gone…
I found a home in your embrace…
I touched your intangible love…
You are the music to my poems and rhythm to my soul…
You colored my world with sunshine.
You painted stars on my darkened alleys…
You cracked the code and found your way to my heart….
I swear that was missing in my emptied world of loneliness and anguish…
You filled it with joy, happiness and calm…
Apart from, we are beautiful and magical together in Love…❣
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.To hear immense night, still more immense without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.What does it matter that my love could not keep her.The night is shattered and she is not with me.This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.My sight searches for her as though to go to her.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.The same night whitening the same trees.We, of that time, are no longer the same.I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.Love is short, forgetting is so long.Because through nights like this one I held her in my armsmy soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.Though this be the last pain that she makes me sufferand these the last verses that I write for her…..
You are the blood That seeps from my skin,You make me a loser All I want is to win…You are the death starI see in the mirror,You steel my hope All I want is a glimmer…You push me and shove meYou break me on two,When I beg to let goYou say we’re not through…Sometimes I wonder If you’re really there,Then I fed you insideI feel you everywhere….
When said you had to go,
The connection between us
Is perfectly forged
and is so strong
I feel it always
No matter how far apart we are.
The deep spark of our love
Is brighter than ever
And every thought I have about you
Seems to make the distance
Appear smaller
And smaller.
Until –
One day soon
That distance will disappear
Completely
And we’ll be free to let our love’s bright spark
Burn into a wildfire…
The sands of time
1}
The sword decends at your feet..
The wind changed direction,
while I was whispering your name..
The clouds turned to fire!!!
2}
I am walking alone by the beach
And you are someplace else…
I dont know why fate plays
this suicidal game with my sanity…
3}
I always have regret that
I can’t find you
But
I always forget to change Myself
as you do.. !!
4}
Once upon a time,
You were my 12.A.M alarm..
Now,
You are my 3.A.M tears..
And sometimes,
You are my sleepless nights….
5}
I’m just not cut out for love..
My soul craves sparks, and the way the kiss from a soulmate can make the world disappear..
I just think love is supposed to be Magical—not Logical…
6}
Out of the head and into the heart..
Everything progressive comes from a longing for more in the heart.
If you are not creating space for quiet and focused breath, then you are being fueled by the anxious energy of mental chatter..
Feeling the heart is not the same as living in reaction to emotions..
The heart’s guidance is strong, steady, and warm.
There’s no rush..
Inner knowing is gentle and calm..
It needs to prove nothing..
Are you quiet enough to hear your heart??
7}
I know
I am yours forever,
But
I still want to
win your heart every day…
8}
If you want to make a
place in someone’s heart ,
Then you have to be
divorced with your Ego..
9}
I want to touch you once.
To ensure you are in real.
People says you are just my illusion.
It’s never be yours… A broken heart wouldn’t mind
a few more cracks …
10}
रूबरू मिलने का मौका मिलता नहीं है रोज,
इसलिए लफ्ज़ों से तुमको छू लिया करती हूँ.!!!
{ I didn’t get chance to meet in person everyday,
so I try to touch you by my Words..}
Until our final kiss goodbye
📍When I’m missing you,
I feel a million miles away.
I long for your touch.When I’m missing you,
I miss that angelic voice
And the laughter that comes with it.When I’m missing you,
I imagine your lips connecting with mine
And your arms embracing me.When I’m missing you,
I feel the distance
That separates you from me.When I’m missing you,
I can’t imagine my life without you.
No more separation.When I’m missing you,
I know when the time is right
I’d get down on bended knee.When I’m missing you,
I sometimes dream of you and me,
Happily ever after.But sometimes…When I’m missing you,
My heart gets heavy
Not knowing for sure if you miss me.When I’m missing you,
I often wonder if we’ll ever be together
Or if you even care.When I’m missing you,
I wonder if I just fill the void
That fills the hole in your heart.Sometimes…When I’m missing you,
The thought crosses my mind…
Will you ever love me like I love you???
📍It was long ago, In time and space, Where the night of my life…
Did take place…
The woman I loved, In tender rapture we Were entwined…
In my mind, For eternity, To all else the world…
I was blind, Our bodies and souls, With just one mind..
We fell asleep, till late that night, To me, the world Was never so right..
I’ll remember that night,Till the day I die…
And maybe longer, If God does comply, Those sweet hours, Far too few…
The ultimate ecstasy I ever knew….
As I was walking down a road,Engrossed in thought that day.
I never even heard the car,That took my life away.
It ran my body over,While I just stood and stared.
To die today I hadn’t planned,And I was not prepared.
I looked about, for I had heard,A tunnel should appear,For me to walk into the light,Now free from all my fear.
But I wasn’t any different,I did not grow my wings.
Horns didn’t spring out from my head,I checked for all these things.
So what was I supposed to do,I couldn’t just stand there?
So I went to see my body,Was it broke beyond repair?
It was then I saw the silver cord,A shiny slender thread.
It joined my solar plexus,To the ‘me’ that lay there dead.
Then I thought I saw ‘me’ moving.In that instant things went black.
And I found myself now lying,At the roadside on my back.
It’s been some time, and now I’m well,A memory of the past,But I’ll not forget the moment,That I thought had been my last.
Though torn out from my body,I remained myself, and whole.
In that moment I discovered,My life-force was in my soul.
My death taught me a lesson,As only ‘dying’ does.
But I wonder where I’d be today,Had that car been a bus!!!
I Wish I could check my heart beats…
I Wish I could perceive my Future…
I Wish I could control myself from climbing the cliff…
I Wish I could measure the depth of the sea…
I Wish I could tell my breath that I have to walk without the fragrance of its Place…
I Wish I could evaluate all the blue tides…
I Wish I could instruct my heart that now you have departed from my Way…
I Wish I could tell the stars that I am one among them, wide awake through out the night…
I Wish I could stop dreaming roses and its pricks…
I Wish I could tell the Sun to send some soothing ray in this winter day…
I Wish I could fly above and above ,never to return here any more…
I Wish I could dive very deep into the chilled water, to get relieve from the summer heat…
I Wish I could stop listening the whisper of my throb…
I Wish I could really overcome all these…⚜
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy…
I look in the mirror
And what do I see
A strange looking person
That cannot be me.
For, I am much younger
And not nearly so fat
As that face in the mirror
I am looking at.
Oh, where are the mirrors
That I used to know
Like the ones which were
Made thirty years ago
Now all things have changed
And I’m sure you’ll agree
Mirrors are not as good
As they used to be.
So never be concerned,
If wrinkles/ extra flab appear
For one thing I’ve learned
Which is very clear,
Should your complexion
Be less than perfection,
It is really the mirror
That needs correction….
Sometimes I know the words to say to give thanks for all you’ve done,
but then they fly up and away as quickly as they come.
How could I possibly thank you enough, the one who makes me whole,
the one to whom I owe my life, the forming of my soul?
The one who tucked me in at night, the one who stopped my crying,
the one who was the expert at picking up when I was lying.
The one who saw me off to school and spent sad days alone,
yet magically produced a smile as soon as I came home.
The one who makes such sacrifices to always put me first,
who lets me test my broken wings, in spite of how it hurts.
Who paints the world a rainbow when it’s filled with broken dreams,
who explains it all so clearly when nothing is what it seems.
Are there really any words for this? I find this question tough.
Anything I want to say just doesn’t seem enough.
What way is there to thank you for your heart, your sweat, your tears,
for ten thousand things you’ve done for oh so many years.
For changing with me as I changed, accepting all my flaws,
not loving ’cause you had to, but loving just because.
For never giving up on me when your wits had reached its end,
for always being proud of me, for being my best friend.
And so I come to realize, the only way to say,
the only thank you that’s enough is clear in just one way.
Look at me before you see what I’ve become.
Do you see yourself in me, the job that you have done?
All your hopes and all your dreams, the strength that no one sees,
a transfer over many years, your best was to pass me.
Thank you for the gifts you give, for everything you do,
but thank you, Mommy, most of all for making dreams come true….
Would it be ok if I took some of your time?
Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme?
Would it be ok if I opened my heart?
Would it be ok if I took on the part
Of being your man and showed you a view,
One that only a real man could do?
Would it be ok if I could make you smile?
Would it be ok if I held you awhile?
Would it be ok if I kissed your face?
Would it be ok if I were to replace
All the men in your past that just wouldn’t do
And vow to be faithful and always be true?
Would it be alright to look in your eyes?
Would it be alright to never tell lies?
Would it be alright to find a way?
Would it be alright to long for the day
To pull you close and whisper in your ear
And tell you our feelings are nothing to fear?
Would it be ok if I took some of your time?
Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme?
To tell you there’s nothing I’d rather do
Than spend my whole life loving only you…
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I was never number one.
I understand your pain
Or at least say that I do.
But really, inside,
I am just as lost as you.
You understand my pain
Or at least you claim that you do.
But how can you understand something
That you have never been through.
I try to accept your reasoning
Though my heart breaks in half
I know who is more important
You chose the right path
Still I can’t grasp this concept
Of you being gone
My feelings never die
I know this is wrong.
I say that I’d do anything for you
That’s a promise I can no longer make
Loving you is inevitable
It’s something that I can’t fake….
I think the moment all we start to realise that life is much more than our outward appearance , We begin to truly understand the beauty of Love…💕
Did you know you had left a person who was in love?
IF you only knew that falling for you was the last
thing on my mind….
IF you only knew how sexy you are
and how I thought that body of yours was so fine..
IF you only knew that when you put on your sweet charm;
I feel myself melting right into your arms…..
IF you only knew when you whisper baby talk to me
I try so hard to hold back my laughter unsuccessfully……
IF you only knew how happy I felt when I opened up my eyes
and there you still were right by my side….
IF you only knew that sometimes I thought
maybe I should leave and just be on my way…..
IF you only knew how my heart would ache
at the thought of not seeing you each day…..
IF you only knew that from the start
your magic touch had captured my heart…..
If you only knew that I want all Haters to know, there”s no chance of breaking us up;
our love is a solid, strong unbreakable bond…….
IF you only knew how time stands still for me
when were laying in each others arms…..
my legs are tangled up with yours
and no one can do me any harm……
IF you only knew how much I love you now….
IF you only knew how much I care…..
IF you only knew you’re in my blood…..
then you would realize that only you
are my everlasting love…
CALL YOURSELF
Look deep in the mirror
And say: ‘I LOVE YOU’
And immediately
An electric current will
Ripple throughout your soul
And burst through your eyes
Like shooting stars
Dancing across the skies
In ecstasy.
To tell your soul you love it –
Is like remembering
WHO YOU ARE
After being in a coma
For a hundred years.
Your face will beam the light
Of a hundred galaxies…
I’m reminded of a rough time in my past, and I’m totally thankful for….
I’ve always liked myself, even loved myself, but many moments in my past has me wondering was wrong with me…
There are still many ways I intend to improve myself, but now I know that those moments of struggle and self doubt were an important part of who I needed to become…
I celebrate those struggles, and the ones to come…
We are all human…
We are here to connect…
We are here to help each other up…
We are here to learn to love our hurts, and unlock our deepest gifts….💫
My words were not that of a kind person.
Hurtful words that should have never entered my mind
But they did, and they can be erased in time.
Just watch, you’ll see.
I’ll try harder; it’ll get better.
I promise I will be better.
I’ll smile every time I see you.
There has got to be something that I can do or say,
Something that will make you want to stay.
Don’t leave me alone, not like this.
I only just found you, my only one.
We can’t possibly be over and done.
Please, tell me I’m still in your heart.
Let me show you that I can appreciate you more
Every day, more than the day before.
PLEASE, I LOVE YOU!
And he turned with glazed eyes
“I love you, too.”
Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land…
Let me take care of your broken heart
and show you how to fly.
Let me hold you gently by the hand
and kiss your tears goodbye.
Let me lead you to tomorrow’s light
and out of needless rain,
’cause all I want right now
is to see you smile again.
Let me sing you all the songs I wrote
’til you sleep in my embrace,
and I’ll keep you safe and warm until
the sunlight strokes your face.
Let me bring you up the mountain’s peak,
and I’ll let you touch the skies
to remind you of the strength I see
when I look into your eyes.
Let me kiss and show you what is love
and the happiness it brings.
You’ll sail again like a butterfly
endowed with pretty wings.
Let me do all these to let you see
our fates are intertwined.
You’re the accidental precious gem
I’ve waited long to find.
The earth and sky conspired to make us meet.
They knew we both belong
to each other like words and lovely notes
give life to every song.
So fly with me, my beautiful one.
It’s time we leave the past.
I’m yours to keep, and you are mine.
We’re finally home at last…
We met at a cross-roads in life,
But we were going different directions.
We were part of each other’s lives,
But only for a moment.
The first person that you meet in life
Won’t necessarily be the one who’s forever.
Just look at you and me,
And it’s not hard to see that
This is the moment before life goes on.
We are still friends;
We are still really good friends.
Please tell me that you agree.
But I’m not the one for you,
And you just can’t see yourself with me…
Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself….☘💞
I’m sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I’m sorry for the hurtful things I always say to you
We know the fight will never last
but still the amount they do
I’d like to say I’m sorry for everything I put you through.
It kills me when we fight, and it scares me too
I always make you cry and it kills me when you do
As I write this now, I know this much is true
I love you with all my heart and will always be with you…
I don’t wanna say goodbye to you
Swallowed in dreams of bliss
Beauty in a Summer Breeze _ Phillip Knox
If you’re going on a journey take a rainbow with you because you never know who you are going to meet…
It’s where I am the most raw..
She walks in beauty, like the night
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Don’t let anyone put you down to hinders your dreams.Fight for your desire...
When you asked me what it is about you,
Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life….
YouTube: Hiral Narayankar
First off,
I want to thank you for the time that we spent together.
For the beautiful, and not-so-beautiful, moments.
Like the times we laughed together,the times we had fun,the times we truly were connected and engaged.
But I want to let you know that it’s no longer working out for me.
You see—I’m on this path that’s full of love and light, of happiness, success, vitality, and fun.
Lots of laughter, lots of openness and exploring, lots of yoga, dancing, creativity, movement, and excitement.
You see—I just don’t have time or space for the darkness anymore.
I don’t have time to be put down or made fun of.
I don’t have time for unnecessary drama and arguments.
Those things just don’t interest me anymore.
I’m sorry if they still interest you.
But you’ll have to accept that I wont entertain the negativity, the self-deprecation, the rude comments, the eye rolls, the walking-on-eggshells feelings,the control, the anger, the anxiety, the judgments, the depression, and desire to stay stuck.
I’m sorry, past loves, I’m just not having it.
I’m moving on, moving forward, rebuilding myself.
I’m being reborn.
I’m shaping myself in strength and virtue, in elegance and intelligence, in beauty and in joy.
In love.
I can accept that at one time we did love each other.
And our love was powerful.
But I’m taking that power and that love and redirecting it.
Redirecting it to myself and to my future, to new ways and new patterns and, ultimately, a new life.
My hope for you is that you can do this too.
That you can let me go, let us go, and move on.
And on and on and on….
On August 15,India celebrates 72 yearz of freedom from British rule. Given that India is a mostly young nation, a majority of us probably don’t understand or can comprehend what our grandparents and great grandparents endured to ensure that we were freed from the clutches of British rule.
All we can do is appreciate their efforts and celebrate the fact that we are today, the world’s largest democracy and an independent nation.
Infuse your life with action. Don’t wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love….
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…
YouTube: Hiral Narayankar
To some stranger you might be nothing at all.
But to me you are why I wake up in the mornings,
You are the reason why am not crying anymore.
You were the gentle man that came along,
And put together the pieces of me someone else had made.
Every time our lips meet it’s like we have made a trip around the universe,
Just me and you looking down on everyone else.
I know whenever those 3 words are going to be said it will be heaven on earth,
I will melt to the soil beneath your feet.
But now even being reminded you like me calls those butterfly’s to my stomach.
It’s like your voice has a secret code for the butterflies all over the earth,
Every time you speak they always show up.
Just remember,
To a stranger you might mean nothing at all.
But to me you’re my butterfly whisperer,
My smile….
I said to him,
“We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in judgment when,
With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would’st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,”
I said to him.
I said to Love,
“Thou art not young, thou art not fair,
No faery darts, no cherub air,
Nor swan, nor dove
Are thine; but features pitiless,
And iron daggers of distress,”
Sometimes in life….
Don’t chase people.
Be an example.
Attract them.
Work hard and Be yourself.
The people who belong in
your life will come find you
and stay. Just do your thing….
Been there half an hour—
Watching me through the window;
He never leaves;
He’s waiting till I exit the door
And at that moment he will get me;
To the nearest tree we’ll go
With barb wire
And those little worm like things
That he likes so much—
Then he’ll do things to me,
Such horrid little things,
Frightening scary things;
Because he says he loves me,
And that that’s just real love.
No one believes me;
They all say I’m crazy;
It’s all in my head,
Just my imagination—
So I’m waiting, myself,
And I’m hoping for an angel—
The one that’s supposed to guard me—
To come on down from heaven on high,
With those massive wings,
Translucent and glowing—
He’ll carry a massive sword
And with two mighty powerful hands,
He’ll take that sword
And from head to toe—
He’ll cleave that demon down there
Into two perfects halves;
I’ll watch as it crumples to the ground;
Then over it’s dead body
I’ll embrace that angel;
I’ll surrender myself, right then and there—
I’ll bring that angel down to earth
I’ll let him fall from grace
Right there in my arms,
And that, you see, that will be
True love.
…
@ Belur…
Hoysalas Architecture, between 11th and 13 centuries.
ChennaKeshava Temple
@HALEBEEDU…
one of the finest of Hoysalas Architecture between 9th and 11th centuries…
@SHRAVANABELAGOLA…
the temple dedicated to load gomteshwara or Bahubali.470 feet high indragiri hill .58 feet and 8 inches tall sculpture of the Jain sage Gomteswara..established between 4th and 10th centuries…
More than 650 stairs to reach…
Video about mahamastaka abhishek with 1008 kalas of water , milk ,coconut water,clarified butter( ghee),curd, sugar,honey, turmeric, almond, saffron, Jaggery,sandal paste,marigolds flowers,rose, gold and silver flowers etc..are poured along with chanting of mantras….it’s great religious ceremony….
Read about this statue…
And it always ends with a scream;
You’re following me;
You’re haunting me;
You know I’m not what I seem.
It’s a black hot drenching heat;
Late at night on an empty street;
You’re chasing me;
You’re right behind me;
And you smell so eternally sweet.
You don’t come from the human swarm;
You’re of a distinctly different darkened form;
You’re touching me;
You’re tongue is breaking me;
You’re smoothly warm.
Life is complex and monstrous;
Pleasure at times is cancerous;
Your hand slides up;
And you find my cup;
Life should be always so wondrous.
Your nails dig deep into my skin,
Even as my head begins to spin;
You’re a burning flame;
But I’ll not cast any blame;
For you’ve given me an evil grin.
We’re on the brink of a cool spring;
It’s time to make you my all new king;
Your tongue finds mine;
And I can taste your bloody wine;
Please make my body sing.
YouTube: Hiral Narayankar
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires ;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
But a smooth and steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts, and calm desires,
Hearts with equal love combined,
Kindle never-dying fires :-
Where these are not, I despise
A dream becomes a goal when action is taken toward its achievement…..
Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence…✒
_Helen Keller
☝️(painting from Banglore palace, India)
It’s the tickle of the tongue;
It’s a long deep sigh;
It’s everything sliding into place
Because we’ve been lured beyond the gate.
Whimpering sounds of protest
Can’t ever be heard over the sound
Of the cicada’s cry,
Because life is so short
We’ve but a single mission
To mate and then to die.
There’s hazy languor in your eyes
As our bodies fade into fusion;
We’re entering into that secret place
Where grammar, syntax, and arithmetic
Have no meaning;
It’s an indolent dogmatism;
It’s the act of conception.
My girl’s got sleek, shining, green skin;
My girl’s got a soft and gentle chin;
She’s got red silken hair that puffs up;
And such sad eyes, she’s a real pup.
She’s got small little amber horns;
Oh, they make such cute thorns;
They’re not far from her pointed ears—
My girl has got no peers.
Out on the oscillating dance floor,
This girl, she rocks me to my core;
Her body moves ever so slowly;
She undulates to a rhythm unholy.
Her body rises and falls in all the right places;
She only dresses in soft scarlet satin laces;
She wears a heart tattoo on her ass,
So you know that she’s got a lot of sass.
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
My mother—my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life…❣
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I would show you how beautiful you are, how compassionate you are, how motivated you are, how driven and brilliant and strong you are.
I wish I could absorb your pain. I would be a sponge, something you could rely on to help clean up your messes, something you could use to wipe a slate clean.
You’re worthy of everything.
You are as priceless as you are precious, as brave as you are breathtaking, and there will never, ever be another you.
I know that sometimes it feels like life is only throwing you curveballs, and that it can feel lonely to be alone.
I know how badly you want everything to go right, how badly you want someone—not just anyone.
I want you to know that all the difficult shit you’re dealing with is only making you a stronger person.
I want you to know that just because your friends are settling down, doesn’t mean you should settle.
I want you to know what an amazing person you are, and that your worth is not defined by anyone else.
I want you to know that you will never have all the answers and that is okay, because one day you will look back and see how everything fell into place.
Most importantly, I want you to know that you are loved—by me, by many others, on your best and your worst days.
You are so precious because you are the only one of you that this world gets to enjoy.
Don’t change.
Love,
Me
@www.innerawesomenessworld.worldpress.com
( RISHITA M)
Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a River….
YouTube : Hiral Narayankar
When you do give yourself away,
You realise that there is really no such a thing
as away from yourself.
True love will let you fall madly in love with that being
yet also more in love with partsl
long forgotten in yourself.
When you do give yourself away,
do so slowly.
With meaning
and with purpose.
Patiently, because as with all things true
there is no rush.
No haste to soak up
the good parts of your time together
like a sponge.
Until another can pick it up
and wring out
all of its substance.
Because love does not spoil
and neither will you.
Pursue your life relentlessly
and carefully.
Lock up your secrets and wishes
inside your mind.
Imagine them, dream of them
and work tirelessly to see those ideas
come to life
in our own time.
Know your worth
and let it beam out from every line on your face;
every step taken with the confidence
that you have already made it.
Because you are beautiful
and filled with grace
and have a heart
that aches to have others
realize that these are the traits
which we all have in common.
You don’t have anything to prove
by rushing through everything.
Savor all your moments.
How sweet,
this patience.
Swallowing pride but bursting with ideas—with goodness
Knowing some things in life
need to have time to simmer down
to rid of the extra weight
before they are ready.
We are taught society’s idea of sensibilities
but are unable to be sensible,
rational,
with ourselves.
Once we have accepted these sensibilities,
the way we go about our every day:
Do we realize how beautiful it is
to live senselessly?
Passionately?
Madly in love with the fact
that this is our one go.
This is the only moment
to create our own piece of heaven
on this spinning rock….❣
Just smile for me and let the day begin
You are the sunshine that lights my heat within
I’m sure that you’re an angel in disguise
Come take my hand and together we will rise
On the wings of love Up and above the clouds
The only way to flyIs on the wings of love
On the wings of love
Only the two of us
Together flying high
Flying high Upon the wings of love
You look at me and I begin to melt
Just like the snow when a ray of sun is felt
I’m crazy bout ya baby can’t you see
I’d be delighted if you could come with me
On the wings of love Up and above the clouds
The only way to flyIs on the wings of love
On the wings of love
Only the two of usTogether flying high
Flying high Upon the wings of love
Yes you belong to me
I’m yours exclusively
Right now we live and breathe Each other
Inseparable it seems,We’re flowing like a stream
Running free flowing
On the wings of love
On the wings of love Up and above the clouds
The only way to flyIs on the wings of love
On the wings of love
Only the two of us
Together flying high
Together flying high
On the wings of love Up and above the clouds
The only way to flyIs on the wings of love
On the wings of love
Only the two of us
Together flying high flying high upon the wings of love…❣
My body is young,
But my soul is not,
I’m trapped in a modern world,
But my heart longs for the past.
I see a world where things are done without technology,
I see a world where talking face to face is important,
I see a world where religion means more than going to church once a year,
I see a world where nature is more beautiful in person than through a screen,
I see a world where quiet is beautiful,
I see a world where I fit in with people that are older than me,
I see a world where music should be made and not bought,
I see a world where cursive is more elegant than a computer font,
I see a world where pictures are printed and hung up instead of shared through a device,
I see a world where letters are written to show that you care,
I see a world where people care more about others than about money,
I see a world where a deep conversation means more than laughing,
I see a world where making the right choices matters,
I see a world where I belong.
But i’m stuck,
I’m stuck in a place that is nothing like how I see the world.
I’m stuck in a generation that doesn’t fit my heart.
I’m stuck in a school with people that have forgotten about morals.
I’m stuck in a world where the simple things in life no longer matter.
I’m stuck in a materialistic place.
Through my eyes, the world is falling apart at the seems,
But very few can see the damage,
My eyes have seen the simpler times of which I long for again,
But I’m trapped somewhere that I don’t belong.
I’m an old soul living in a teenager’s body….❣
YouTube channel: Hiral Narayankar
Sometimes we write our feelings on papers because we know that no one around us can feel them better than these papers. ⚘⚘
It’s only yours I keep going back into depth,
No matter how many eyes are looking at me,
I saw past them and looking for yours…
The only brown I want to drown in Your eyes, my heart’s embrace….
When our eyes meet,Our existences will collide…
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March 2018 seems to be a recipient to be remembered for me as a blogger.Here I am to thank everyone again for the umpteenth achieved. A thousand followers you are that I thank you,I embrace you, I adore too much,I hope to have you excited with my verses or my images and with poetry in every form. Thank you very much to everyone …
{you can google me by Hiral Narayankar to see my another quotes }
Optimistic Life 
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