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Heart Talk


It’s strange how we all have a persona,
An image we’d like others to see.
A charm and charisma, an emotional clothing
It’s nice but it’s not really “me”

The real me, the me of me, the “who” that I am,
He’s not cool, calm or collected.
Inside the thoughts his head go crazy,
Like an untamed deranged juvenile. He’s a mess

Always overthinking random stuff of conversations he had.
With friends or strangers
Thinking the best, then ruminating the worst,
Battering himself with enfeebling fears.

He hide these fears behind fake actions, fake smiles,
Fake talks or fake phrases
Convinced that a fake him is better than the real him,
For now and the rest of always


PS:
A mind in overdrive can be really exhausting. Phew!
Most of us portray a fake us to keep up with society on a day to day basis.Until in the end it consumes us and we become that of which we pretend to be.

Some say that a man lives a better life when he sheds all masks. The truth underneath just needs to be brought into the light.

So what are your thoughts on it? Can we shed all masks?
I believe it’s only natural that we have private and public persona’s to some extent.

Also, on serious note, I want to dive into spirituality. I know the word “Spiritual” is abstract, but something tells me that it has answers to my questions. So please suggest me something, books or some accessible texts, so that I can propel the quest to find myself and my life’s purpose.

Thanks.

Posted in poems

Soul Talk


Dear emotional, overthinking young man

Be quiet, and listen to your soul

The New Year has come, the old shall go

I beckon you to leave life’s safe shore

And dive deep in the waters of mystery and lore

Feel free to spread your wings

And discover the fun the unknown brings.

Get rid of self-pity, self-indulgence, ignorance, and regret

And also stop to listen and allow other’s words to be said

Don’t miss out on trips, chances, and opportunities

I hope you’ll fill that void of travel you’re missing

You’re no longer a boy trapped –

Stuck in his Mommy’s grasp

Live. Live your freedom.

Meanwhile, remember that,

Happiness is not wealth, power and line of respect

it’s the little things; the calm, the moments

The people and things in life all worth to invest.

I hope you live this time

I hope you see the beauty life truly is

I hope you find love

I hope you find this poem…

~Your Soul


Posted in Articles

Why Right-Wing politics is on a rise across the World?

With Boris Johnson winning a landslide Tory electoral victory not seen since Margaret Thatcher’s triumph in 1987, it’s evident that the world politics is heading toward right-wing populism.

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Boris Johnson

Right-wing populist and nationalist governments are in power in Russia, Turkey, India, Israel, Hungary, Poland, and the United States, and they share power with left-wing populists in Italy. Japan’s Shinzo Abe has taken his conservative Liberal Party in a notably nationalist direction. And with Angela Merkel announcing her intention not to run for re-election, and her party anxiously watching the rise of the far-right Alternative for Germany, it’s likely her conservative coalition will also begin sounding right-wing populist themes.

Read the full article here:

https://www.articlesarena.com/why-right-wing-politics-is-on-a-rise-across-the-world/

Posted in quotes

Quote


The crowning glory of human development rests not in our ability to reason and
think, though this is what distinguishes us from animals. Intellect, like instinct, is
merely a point along the way.
Our ultimate destiny is to re-connect with our essential being and express from our extraordinary, divine reality in the ordinary physical
world, moment by moment.


~ from the book: “The Power of Now” by Eckhart Tolle

Posted in poems

The Thrill

Across a gloaming valley
Down the dimming trail
a shadow against the crimson skies
Hoofbeats fast
dusk’s failing fire
Stormy winds
Twinkling stars
whispers in the chill night air
Between what lies ahead and what remains
Hustle, scuttle and thrill
emotions of a yearning soul!

Posted in poems

Her Visage in my silent Reverie

You summoned my surrender and so I succumbed to you,
not to your beauty but to your fierceness.
in the light you flirt with the masses
but when the moon comes up, it pulls you to me and me to you
but this love is one sided for in no way are you mine
only that I am yours
I can hardly think around you as your tranquil rhythm buries my thoughts
for within you is a pattern so complex I will never understand
a pattern that can take any victim it likes
but tonight it chooses me

In the morning you’ll be transparent with the world
you show me only mystery
only secrecy
somehow more special than the superficial truths you reveal to others
for although it is darkness it is powerful and it is only mine to revere

Even as I leave, you continue to call me
But your spell ends at sun up
when once again you turn to pleasing others and I am left loving you like them.
i will wait for your beckon
never ceasing my humble desire
only patient for your honored reciprocation

Sometimes I’m angry at the world,
As the pain inside beings to unfurl.
I thought you were the one, my forever,
The person to plan a future with, but you only saw a lover.

I thought I’d found someone who would stay through all the crap,
When you said its over, it was more painful than a slap.
I was wrong, it’s time to put you behind me,
To look to the future, that is bright and free.

But probably I’ll always love you, no matter the pain you caused,
And right now it feels like my life has paused.
But I’ll smile again, I’ll laugh again and one day I’ll love again
Good luck with your future and shall my happiness once more reign.

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Need your support guys 🙏❣️

One of my favorite bloggers and a good friend has started an endeavor to launch her own E – literature magazine. She’s putting in a lot of hard work and dedication into it.
However, it’s not all fairytales and I know it demands a lot of hustle and grind to make it big.

So it’s my humble request to all my friends here to support her in this valiant journey.

Please read this personal note by her :


Greetings!

I have started a new, risky, strange, scary, beautiful endeavor to do something big, I’ve decided to launch my own Literary magazine (online, for now)! It’s not as big as it sounds, without your time and effort! Please do read the below message and, fill the form we’ve created for you. Be amongst our first guests!

_______________________

We, at *Estrellas* *Magazine*, have a wonderful opportunity for you.
You can now be a feature of our very first edition (to be published during 2019 Christmas holidays).

Just click on the link below to submit your entry and embark on a journey with us!

https://forms.gle/QeWaBnocjcSNP4do9

We appreciate your time and energy.

Best wishes
Estrellas.


Although the entry is open for everyone reading this, I’d like to mention a few of my favorite bloggers from whom I expect at least one entry for the magazine. You guys are an inspiration to me 🙂

Ameet Kothari

Anjali Sharma

Chandni Asnani

Diana Tyler

Dwight Hyde

Madame Writer

Kritika

Kavita

Nirant

Riya

Sid

Sohanpreet

Sumeet

Shantanu

Note: Please send your entries latest by 30th November 2019.

Keep shining 😘

Posted in poems

Solace


My journey is a bit rhapsodic
Owned by
Deceptive roads, deceitful milestones
Friends who turned enemies
Also, enemies who never became friends
Life feels like an enigma
Which I’m unable to break

But I’ve sternly decided
To race every mile with a breathless poem
With whispering pine-trees clouds and rivers
I’ll fuse into to the ocean like rain
wearing my cashmere tuxedo of dark verses
Wet in tears of joy and sadness of a few
Whom I loved with
overflowing hurt I caused

It’s becoming a cliché to complain
Negativity is just a garbage
taking up tons of space in my mind
Fill it with positivity?
I’ll Burn the frowns,
Praise the smiles,
I’ll Break through the storm, dance in the rain
Travel into space, reach for the stars

Before I do that
I want to sit
under the benign sky
listening to the soft wind
breathing through the grass
crying on my woe
the slow dance of the infinite stars
Will serve as a beautiful solace


 

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Set me free

I’ll walk between the milky-ways
Where Interstellar dust –
Adorns the blazing Constellations
I’ll chase my elusive dreams
Where dappling sunlight creeps amidst
the daunting contradictions
I’ll Shine among the crowded stars
where heaven’s light
penetrate the black voids
I’m the maverick
I know that
I’m the majestic
I know that too
But for now
I’m waiting for you
to set me free.
Will you?
set me free?