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The fear of TIME
Keep us busy
Running in circles whole life
In the End nothing matters
But PEACE of mind
TIME is an unsolved mystery
Let it be
My dear fellow beings
Only Breath matters
You are relevant till IT is.
Gratitude for abundance of LOVE all around🙏🌈🙏💕🙏
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You may change places to live
You may change relationships
You may change quiet a few things
It may for betterment or convenience
But if you try to change yourself it never works.
My love for soltitide is the most precious treasure I have. It finds me whereever I am.
Gratitude to the Universe for being with me 💕🙏💕
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After India’s success of Mission Chandrayaan -2, surreal moon and its many phases still holds the same fascination for me.
A few moments for the hear💜t
listening to itz beats
Every evening on that sandy beach
Is what I cherish the most
Simple rythms in the Silenc
In harmony with the moonlight
Inspires me to just BE
In that moment the mind slows down
All the chaotic thoughts ebb into ocean
Enjoying the stillness of the moment
When mind listens t
o the heart Then comes my REFLECTIONS
Encouraging me to move on
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Gratitude to this sea shore For being my companion Witnessing my journey Absorning my emotions In return giving me PEACE
There are no traces of my presence No footsteps to say I was here yesterday But everyday I come to you Without any fear of being judged Or misjudged
The stillness of your being The gentle sounds of your movements Connects me to my SELF Ever time I take your leave I know you would be there for me tomorrow
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Copyright (c) 2019 Namrata D Prabhakar
Scattered thoughts I collect meticulously
Assemble word by word carefully
Some dropped and some missed words
On the way
No blueprint or plan to work with
Simply guided by my intuitions
Slowly a line is formed then a para
Till the end is reached
I am like a bird who builds the nest
Collecting Twig after Twig
Not knowing how many are enough
To make a nest
The beauty of nests and thoughts is
Build with the same twigs and words
But reflecting the essence of the creator
Each a unique masterpiece
The NEST and the ART preserved
May be visited and admired time and again
But none can be dismantled or re-arranged
To create same magic again.
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When will the suffering end?
Asked a desperate man
HE said “Right NOW”
Man asked with disbelieve
Are you mocking me?
HE smiled gently nodding his head
No, my dear let me show you how
Stop the violence right now
Be it in thoughts, actions or just a witness
As it causes pain to other beings
Stop the hoarding right now
Be it thoughts, materials or natural resources
As even your very next breath is not certain
Stop the anger right now
Be it in thoughts, at a person or a situation
As it hurts you more than anyone else
Stop the ego right now
Be it in thoughts, success or power
As it stops you to see good in others
When you are emptied you inner vessel
Start filling yourself with goodies
Love, gratitude, positive thoughts
Humbleness, forgiveness, compassion
And you may add few more
Touch gently the flower in full bloom
Wipe a tear of pain from someone’eyes
Give a warm hug to a distress man
NOW you are at PEACE with your inner self
As I promised you
Look THE SUFFERING HAS ENDED
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Dedicating to the every woman 👩. I am sure this has been faced by most of us at one time or others. An introspection for The children (irrespectivs of gender) and husbands
Why are hands rough and coarse?
Is a question I am asked
By my own children and others
Sometimes accused sometimes ridiculed
Doing the dishes countless times a day,
Using the detergent full of chemicals,
Using washing powders full of sodas
Not withstanding the harshness
The clothes fade away after a few washings
I use it day after day,
Year after year till my end,
So that you eat in clean dishes
And wear clean clothes
You dare to ask ????????
Why are my hands rough and coarse ?
When we are going out
Why I can not dress-up properly ?
Wear high heels and do my hair?
Has anyone spared a single thought?
After one hour of ironing
And few hours of cleaning the house
My back is stiff and feel too tired,
To even think of going out.
But still with a smiling face
Join you in your fun
You dare to ask???????
Why I can not dress-up properly ?
Wear high heels and do my hair?
I agree world won’t stop when I am gone
You may hire helping hands
To cook,wash and do the dishes
But you will not find anyone waiting
To serve you hot meals and watch you lovingly
When you browse your mobile while eating
Oblivious to the fact that I was also hungry
I don’t expect any accolades or rewards
But then don’t deserve insensitivity on your part
You may find many friends and well-wishers
But there would never be a blessing hand
Or a warmth of selfless embrace
Love me for your own sake
So that you don’t feel guilty
When I am gone.
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I am not lonely when alone,
It is in the crowd where I am lost,
The smiles, the laughters so much noise,
After a while seems all in vain,
That is why my dear friends,
I don’t feel lonely when with myself.
(Courtesy Mohan Mangotra FB)
The unburdening of pretence is relaxing,
The emptying of thoughts is rejuvenating,
The bird watching is fascinating,
When only I am around,
That is why my dear friends,
I don’t feel lonely when with myself.
Click courtesy Creative SibaThe sand, the ocean,the sky above,
Seting Sun the rising Moon the twinkling stars,
The changing of moments could be felt,
Only when the silence is my best friend,
That is why my dear friends,
I don’t feel lonely when with myself.
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In the World of Thoughts 