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Skylark Challenge 3
Things I have gained
My balcony has one chair.
I think this isn't fair.
It was supposed to be two.
Looks like my sky isn't Blue.
The storm is here.
I don't have fear.
I like the wind.
I have not sinned.
There is no need to fall
I have had it all.
I have everything to gain.
Just a little bit of pain.
I sit on this chair.
Storm is trying to scare.
It has started to rain.
The thunder is insane.
I love it to the core.
I just want it more.
I am the drenched one
Letting it out until I'm done.
So happily enjoying the storm.
I am now in full form.
This Storm has got me trained.
For the things that I have gained.
Sweedle's Creative Corner - 002
Life isn't very complicated as we think it is. The feeling of joy can be achieved under any circumstances. Only if we are enabling ourselves to experience it. We just need to believe in ourselves a little more and go ahead with our gut feelings, and everything becomes effortless as we tend to maintain balance eventually.
Turn this :
[unhappy, shaky, perplexed, suspicious, incapable, uneasy]
Into this :
[happy, steady, unbaffled, trustful, capable, easy]
SIGNALS OF LIFE
Topic : Write a TEDx Talk of your own.
Tag to be used : SIGNAL
Comment below once you post your letter.
You all must have seen a TED talk or TEDx talk sometime in your life. Imagine YOU are invited to one such event. All you need to do, is to write your own powerful experience, that you would like to share with the world. In this way, you take a moment of pause in your life, reflect on your own experiences, and then move forward again filled with energy and enthusiasm.
How does it help others ?
At times we tend to learn from experiences from other people. Because they hav...
Outside : A musing
I was afraid to open my window which was closed since long enough. I was comfortable in my own space without any foreign air sprinting inwards. I was afraid, that the dust that covered my table won't look pretty anymore. I was afraid of the change.
And then, a storm broke the glasses of my windows, it rushed in and created a mess. As if it changed everything. But now that every shattered piece of glass was on the floor and I was unwilling to clean it up, somehow I gathered my strength and started cleaning all the mess bit by bit every passing hour.
I got tired and I slept. I had a sound dreamless sleep finally after so long. When...
Stories, poems or any form of written piece, is useless unless it has some meaning associated with it.
If you have written something which no one understands, but still if it is meaningful to you, its an art.
Under estimating your abilities, keeping your pen down only because you fear no body would read it, is not right.
Drawings are meant be be sketched, canvas is meant to be painted, dance is meant to follow its rhythm, music is meant to have harmony. So as words are meant to be written. Especially when the meaning comes from within.
Keep writing because...
Un-Changed : A short story
"Been many years, how are you?"
"Just like I was..."
"Wings : A short story"
This was her last shot. She knew it well. Clutching a coffee cup in her hand, being very nervous as the day had come when her determination would either pay off or won't.
She never worked as strenuously, as she did for the last six months. She had gained a lot of insight and learned from the experiences she had gone through. Success and failure, for her, it was now a mere reflection of mindset. As she knew she had prepared herself for what's waiting long ahead and not just for tomorrow.
Only she knew what she felt right at that moment. People misunderstood her, judged her, taunted her, challenged her c...
Date Again : Shortie
I will date you without any condition in all my senses 🌷🌹🍷🍷
I will 'date you again' If that first date goes well and fills my heart 😅😅
Drop: A short poem
It say things that only you can understand.
It has all you didn't expect it would withstand.
Whilst inside its a mighty ocean.
But we see what comes out, is just...
A drop !
Pause : A short Story
"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"
"Pledge : A short Story"
At the stroke of midnight he sat down besides his window. It wasn't windy outside but within he had sensed the warning of a cyclone. He knew he won't be able to sleep tonight as well.
In order to distract him, he tried to listen to his favourite songs but every second the intensity of his anxiety was growing higher. He was already feeling very restless. But there was nothing he could do. He thought of calling one of his friend so that he could make himself a bit comfortable. But that was the last option he kept for himself if in case its unbearable.
Suddenly while listening to the songs, he came across that one song wh...
Time spent in self improvisation is the time well spent...
A beautiful day...
There are times when we are awake late night thinking how beautiful life is...
We all have miseries, loses, fear, heartbreaks, falls. But at the end of the day, the struggle we do to fight all these hurdles, still finding happiness thru all those small things.
This makes me think we live in a world where we constantly learn to live. Its vast, forever and beyond.
Its filled with people, good, bad and insane. Few who loves, cares and stands behind to push you forward. There are communities like lettrs which make me believe even more beautiful people exists.
I stand strong at the end of the day... A beautiful day...
Nights are dark
But it's calm and soothing
When you sit besides the window
Wondering and pondering
Some windows are open
Others are half open
Some might be opaque
Others are transparent
Some allows moonlight to pass
Some stops the wind
Others are always closed
Not allowing you to breathe
What if this window
Is open but jailed
You want to break out
But every time you failed.
Some would see me
Others wont care at all
In the lone night
A fighter would fall
Please open it
Please open it
Please open it
I really never questioned myself regarding what love is. Is it being in a relationship, enjoying each other's company, caring and sharing? It definitely is. Apparently it vilipends our thought to feel that being in relationship is love, When its lot more than that.
When a mother stays awake at night when you are not well, don't eat herself but feeds you till your stomach is full. That's love.
When you are afraid of something and your father strengthen your confidence. That's love.
When you are sad and your friends do stupid things to cheer you up. They go beyond limits to shape your lips a little bit curved. That's love.
When a bird feeds its little one after hours of searchin...
DAY-7 of Self healing process
"Its okay to feel low sometimes"
We do not live in utopia where everything would be perfect. If things that we want happen, we get happy. Similarly, when things go wrong or if certain things aren't as you expected them to be. Then you feel low.
However, most of us take happiness as temporary and sadness as permanent. I too did the same in past.
But, sadness is temporary. And it should be. It is okay to feel the pain, and it's fine to let out what you feel. Because if you don't embrace it, and if you keep it within yourself, you'll go silent, away from crowd, you'll want your own space and you will eventually cut off people from your life.
DAY-6 of Self Healing Process
Today I thought about "Consistency and Dedication"
We all have some aspirations. We see other people succeed and we think why can't we do the same. We all have that potential to achieve something. But then a voice comes from inside, "It is too hard and not possible for me." That's where it starts to end before even it began.
Research says, that 92 percent of people give up too soon. 7 percent of people eventually give up. Only 1 percent of people dare to achieve what they wanted even after so many failures.
Practically it is very difficult to cope up with failures. Having experienced this personally, I understand what you think. It almost seems impo...
DAY-5 of Self Healing Process
Today I want to talk about "Friendship"
Usually in our mid twenties, we tend to take friendships for granted. Love life, marriage or getting busy making our career gets enough attention.
Those who you once considered best friends, barely talk to you now. It happens with most of us. We wish we could reverse our timeline and relieve those selfless sharing, caring, bonding and love.
We take friendships for granted. we presume they will stay with you. But like all other relationships, friends deserve your attention. They are pillar of your well being. We ignore how much they care for us. We even reject their helping hand in our own agony. We try to push ...
Day-4 of Self Healing Process
Today I thought about "Little things and importance of who I am"
There are little things in life that matters the most. Those who love "Tea" will understand. Having a sip of tea gives me immense joy.
I remembered what are all those things that made me happy. I remembered all those moments in life that happened. Not "missing" them, just remembering them as a happy memory.
And I smiled !
This is what is needed. When you learn to smile thinking about those little things, positivity flow through your mind.
I can already see some positive changes happening inside me. Mainly because I am trying to enjoy every little thing in life.
DAY-3 of Self Healing Process
Everyday is a new day. Today I thought about concept of "Missing".
When you are actually happy, you miss nothing. Or if I say it other way, if you have nothing to miss, you'll stay happy. Later perspective is very powerful.
We always "want" something. We may want "someone" to share something as well. Sharing love, time and space with one another. When any one of the three thing gets missing. Then we feel sad or not happy.
If you love, but you don't have time for the person you love, then it's pointless. Because time is all we have.
If you love and spend time together but don't allow them to share your space, then it's pointless. Because everyone...
DAY-2 of Self Healing Process
As of now I am too tired to write, but commitment is a commitment. That does not mean I will write just for the sake of posting. Because then, that is of no use.
I just tried to live a bit free today. In the sense that I didn't allow myself to bother about anything. I didn't let myself feel disappointed even if there were many reasons to feel so. I ignored any negative feeling that can make its root inside.
The seed you plant eventually will become a tree and its roots are so strong that you will not be able to wipe it out completely. Hence instead of wiping anything, I planted a seed of eternal hope. No matter what happens, if I am alive, I will make ...
Day-1 of Self Healing Process
So I have decided to put my journey of self healing in form of open letters. Earlier I used to do it personally by writing everything in a journal. That helped me to a certain extent. However, it would be great if someone else going through similar phase, whatever the reason may be, if they can relate to my journey and get better in their life as well. Even if one person benefits, this will serve its purpose.
The fact that I am aware of what is happening now, is helping me to shift my mood from sad to normal. Today was a day of rapid swinging mood. Quite a struggle to keep myself calm. The sense of restlessness is all over. But hope is very important facto...
DAY-0 of Self Healing Process
Everyone wants you to be normal.
They see posts of mental illness, depression, stories of people who had it and who recovered. They applaud, share stories.
But when someone close to them, or in their acquaintance suffers from it, they tend to ignore.
Because they think, this person has everything he needs, what else does he need to be happy ! Why is he constantly sad, why does he have rude behaviour. Why does he keep pushing people away.
But depression is something which does not depend on what one has. If you think your status or money is a factor here, you are wrong. Richest of the rich are suffering from it. Poor might be the happiest on earth...
The taste of purple : A short story
I was a kid, rather a chubby kid. I guess about 6 year old. It was first day of school and I was early enough to occupy the first bench. The next day I saw a boy sitting at my place and I told him to sit somewhere else. To me, as a kid, it was MY place. How could someone else take it away from me ?
But he did not listen, he hit me in my stomach. I hit him on his face and that is how we started fighting. But then something happened. His leg slipped and he fell on the floor hitting his head on the table before falling. Moments later there was a clear bump on his forehead and it had turned blue.
Race : A poetry
Distance apart and yet so close
Flushing our past away
Getting closer than ever
We started talking everyday
Her favorite was black
And mine was Purple
She was as fast as hare
And I was as slow as turtle
You'll win she used to tell me
But I didn't know what I would lose
I just kept walking forward
Without knowing she would refuse
And just when I crossed the line realizing
She was my black and I was her Purple
I waited for her, pondering in reality
If She was my hare and I was her turtle 💜
"Intertwined : Part 1"
Anticipating at the dock
I stayed twitchy and glum
Discerning the pranged ship
I was stormed and numbed
When I was about to concede
vowing not to sail again
Scintillating my desires out
Letting me drown back then
I heard the voice
and I sensed her presence
She was that embellished breeze
which rejuvenated my sense
She tranquilized the storm
and made the ocean halt
and crafted some way for me
And unlatched my vault
Vault that was a conundrum
Of memories and my dreams
She made me keep the good one
And made me forget my screams
She splintered the anchor
that long enthralled my ship
Intertwined : Part 2
You were the wind
When my ship was sailing
You were directing
without even failing
We tackled storms
What happened to us?
We were in form
What is all this fuss?
Splintered anchor is back
My ship is now anchored
I see no wind and
and the ocean unconquered
The vault is opened again
which is still a conundrum
of this disdain memory
And the long lost fun
Who will tranquilize the storm?
That once made the ocean halt
I see the fate of this halted ship
Was it really my fault ?
I hear no voice
There is no such presence
Embellished breeze has gone
Does it even make sense ?
I am about to concede ...
* Wild* Lights*Exchanged*Engine
"REVIVE : A Love Story"
Once which was a WILD ride
Its been quite a while
Since she left his side
And he lost his smile...
Punctured soul pumping vein
Dusty heart being mundane
He recalled that crazy night
Sky was black and it rained..
His car undriven since long
His scar didn't heal along
He hoped she'd return someday
Singing his favorite song...
He chose to decide
Not to frown and hide
He turned on the LIGHTS
And ENGINE revived...
He drove that night
To bring back what's lost