Frequency of inspiration..

Read about an atomic nucleus?
It has protons
And electrons and neutrons
I don’t know about
Any recent discovery made
So each nucleus is the replica
Of our big, humongous universe
You agree?
Great! Thank you!
Similarly, we ourselves
are replicas of God
Or the super power
We believe in
Because we got
IMMENSE power within ourselves
Wanna know how?
Think about your heart ache
Think about the demise of your close one
Think about the injury you suffered
Think about the frustration
Think about the anger
Think about the irritation
And also the solitude
And still you are here
You are alive
You faced it
You SURVIVED!
Did anyone help you?
Yes, of course
Who?
Friends, families
Books, smiles
Strangers even
But don’t forget
You helped yourself
You inspired yourself
This feeling came from within
From that heart
From that soul
Which is like a nucleus
A very small part
Of this big, humongous world
But still a replica
And irrespective of the size
All are tuned to the same frequency
Frequency of inspiration
We don’t know who is being inspired
By seeing the smile on our faces
By seeing how we are facing dire situations
Still we are leaving impact
These impacts
Gives rise to inspiration
But you need to have it from within
To see it
To feel it
To match the frequency
To replicate it
To spread it
To evolve yourself
And also the others
Difficult? I know
Impossible? C’mon!
I never thought, I would be writing something
And people would be reading my work
But here we are
I never thought, 400 people would be following me
But here we are
I never thought, I would be Who I am
But here we are
So, accept who you are
And inspire others
And automatically, you will be inspired
You will be evolved
You will be You
Who you ALWAYS wanted to be
Also satisfied by what you become 🙂

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

P.S. : My source of inspiration for blogging is my cousin Chinks. And, many of the other people(outside of WP & here also) 🙂 I have decided I will share 1 song in each post this month and also share the link for you to tune to. Today I am listening to Chandelier. Super awesome song & loads of covers. Happy weekend and take care 😀

What’s inside matters..

Imagine a bottle
An empty bottle
How much is it worth?
Nada, zook, naught
Yeah, it’s all the same
Now how much does
A cold drink bottle cost?
Some 50-100 bucks
A perfume bottle cost?
200-300 bucks
A beer bottle cost?
Some 1k bucks
What do we conclude?
The bottle hardly matters
The inside content matters
Similarly our body hardly matters
Our soul are the main catch
Don’t bond just looking at the bottle
You would end up getting
Nada, zook, naught
Bond with the liquid
And you will have the
Most precious people
By your side 🙂

P.S.: I had read about a similar topic somewhere, some years ago and can’t remember properly. So, its totally ain’t my idea. But, don’t we all derive relatable things from what we read and feel and hear and make our own version.

Hope you all are well and having fun and making plans of the coming weekend 😉

Gone are the days..

Gone are the days of drinking from the same glass
Gone are the days of whole night of love making
Gone are the days of staring at each other among the crowd
Gone are the days of stealing kisses in parties
Gone are the days of sending intimate mails when apart
Gone are the days of your arms around me
Gone are the days of your beautiful lips on mine
Gone are the days of fighting and patching up
Gone are the days of smiles shared and tears cared
Gone are the days of me tucking your hair behind your ear
Gone are the days of you kissing my weird nose and making it blush
Gone are the days of me apologizing for my silly mistakes
Gone are the days of exchanging sorries and hugging each other
Gone are the days we used to love
Gone are the days of the beautiful time spent together

 
 

Memories are all we have
They will also start to dwindle
After some months and some years
You won’t remember me in your mind
But, I can just hope
That deep in your heart
You will never forget me
How I amde you feel
How I could make the butterflies flutter
Everytime we talked and
Everytime we met
How I cared for you
Al these are my hopes
Reality, on the other hand,
Can be different
For better or worse
And I should and
I will accept that
But, I never
Regreted any single day
Or any single moment
I spent with you
Now, we just gotta move on
And, hope that our hearts
Will be connected to each other
By the thinnest of thread
of Love and never be apart

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What I see….

What do you think

I see when you find me looking at the mirror?

Grieving soul?

Broken heart?

Pain in eyes?

Forced dimples on cheek?

Frowned brows?

Shrugged shoulders?

Failed composure?

Drenched life?

No !!

That’s not the reality

Because

I see

Smiling soul

Happy heart

Cheerful eyes

Attractive dimples

Lively brows

Capable shoulders

Confident composure

Blissful life

How can I stay sad and weak and in pain

When I know these are temporary and of no gain

Half the battle is won in mind

Before facing the battlefield wind

All I want to see is an evolved me

Today, tomorrow and that’s what I see..

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Making of TOMORROW me..

Hitchhiker- vector hand drawn cartoon character

Walking with cross hands

Folded hands

All to myself

Not wanting to know the world anymore

Enough of knowing others

Now time to know myself

Because if I know myself

I will know the world

And all the others

Walking super fast

As I m walking alone

Making way for myself

Jumping over the mud pool

Avoiding the daily humdrum traffic

I will stumble and fall

Break my nose

I will walk on wrong paths unknowingly

Just to return back to square one

Then make a mental note

To only follow my heart

And not blindly trust directions

Given by others or the sign boards

I will get dirty

But I will be glad

As I am walking towards

Purity of my soul

I will get tired

I will get aches

I may crawl

Stop for some time

But will resume again

Ah! Its okay

To know myself

Some hard times

Some mud stains won’t hurt

People get lost knowing self

For me its all bearable

Not only stains but also pain

Destination is always the same

TOMORROW ME

Starting point is also the same

YESTERDAY ME

Journey is also the same

TODAY ME

Hurdles will come today only

Neither yesterday nor tomorrow

And the way I get over them

Will play a key role

In the making of

TOMORROW ME