Some things are easy while others are hard. You don’t get to decide which is what for who and when and if they are working “enough” or at all on it or should or must they do that. Don’t make up scenarios for others’ situations as the truth may be just the opposite of your assumptions, which you will understand whenever and if you got to know it.
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The Room
Lights that are pleasing to the eyes
And light up the bedroom
There are blocks and each block has a light
Which makes its colour shine—yellow, orange, green, blue.
Continue readingLearning
There are many things left for me to learn,
So many procedures to understand
That I am currently unable to discern,
Them be of receiving payments or doing a handstand.
Continue readingStar
Be a star that heals.
Be a star full of heat
Or the one which
connects all the elements of the body.
Continue readingThe Train Of Happiness
Happiness—what is it—you may wonder?
It is not easy to understand for sure
Or maybe, not as out of reach
Or as difficult as it seems to be.
Cloudy Realities
I look out of the window everyday and find something amazing and different when I gaze a bit farther. I look at these clouds. The only time when I often get out of my room excited is when I feel a vibration. I feel closer with me and my reality. I feel more one with myself, with nature, its elements, with everything. My family often wonders why do I click the pictures of these clouds everyday? To them, all of these are just the same. They look at them from afar. They give a glance to their structure. I see inside the structure. I feel it. I see the formation, the beauty of existence. I see what they don’t. They see these tall towers. I see my reality. They see the dark clouds. I admire the colour contrast of the dark clouds covering some portion of the blue sky. Those grey clouds look like they are protecting these beautiful white clouds from being harmed by the human world. Those grey clouds are maybe those which have aged and have lived their experience. They probably are representatives of the black tar that is filled within and without the humans who have now become a machine. Maybe, they are shielding the white clouds from letting the dark energy that exists within the human world and has increased to the level of imbalance reach them or else, these white clouds will soon become as black as they are and these old, black, experienced clouds know that this is not the time for these naive white clouds to experience what has become the harsh reality of the human world. Maybe, they are our ancestors, those who left the Earthly plane and our protecting us. They can’t be Gods. In these times, the Gods have descended on Earth, living another amongst many of their human lives. Unfortunately, the world we live in is such that the Gods, living in human experience, have either never been able to awaken to their reality completely or those, who are the ultimate amongst all of them, had to undergo a lot of trouble, pain, failure, struggles and then, returned to the awakening of their reality. When they came initially, they remembered it as a child but as they grew up, the human experience was so painful and they had to face so many disadvantages of having positive powers, which healed people but exhausted them, that it made them forget who they were. They were tired of the human life and to their truth—especially the one who is the ultimate—they desired death but it wasn’t granted because as humans, they were asked to pray to Gods but nobody except them could accept their request because they are, indeed, the Gods descended on Earth.
Continue readingNot A Serendipity
Hello, beloved, I know that you can hear me.
We may not be talking in physicality
but are surely connected through dreams.
Our union is a fated event, not a serendipity.
Continue readingIt Has Always Been You
I was derailed in my past but beloved,
believe me, it has been you
since always—our souls are kindred,
connected yet so different.
Continue readingLike A Bird
I wake up today in the afternoon
and I feel light as a bird.
A lot of weight was
keeping me from moving forward.
I can feel that that weight is now
lifted off of my shoulders.
Continue readingWired
I can feel grief inside me
and the urge that only what is right should be
by which my other emotions are affected.
Maybe, both of them are connected.