Clinging on

           Sometimes,

           Words fail

               And

        Emotions speak;

        Thoughts drain

               And

       Feelings cling on

          Unanimously

             To one’s

            Dear soul;

              Actions

             Succumb

                To a

           Mysterious

               Power;

           And maybe,

           That’s what

              Is called

              As Love?

                Maybe..

Love can be strong, vulnerable thoughtful, tentative and beguiling.
We only have to choose which one of those we wish to cling on…..

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We don’t care, do we?

A message from Sally

Ever had those days when you sulked for practically no fault of yours?
Or maybe, just maybe ,because somebody bad-mouthes you which you absolutely dislike or probably debases you altogether,no matter who or what you are!
But, whom do we care? Nobody really. Well, that’s what we say to ourselves when we have that little pep-talk in our head.
Well, let me tell you this, you weren’t put on this earth to please anybody! So why do we care then ?
Oh, I think it’s this ‘self esteem’ that comes into the scenario.
No, not really.
Why we bother is because we are so sensitive and restricted to a bubble-world that we fail to take other’s advice as a positive momentum to drive us ahead.
OK. So you say it’s not the positive feedback that you receive but instead people speak ill or equally disappointing issues about you that not only leave you flustered but also make you come tumbling down.
So tell me, do you give yourself the inexplicable right to disappoint yourself ? If yes, then poor you!!
You better go , get a life. It’s fairly clear that you live a life trying desperately to please others!
That’s just hysterical.
Here’s the deal. Go get a life and let others take a hike. As simple as it sounds. Really.
After all, you are the author of your life and nothing else for that matter should ever concern you or lower your integrity.
Have a good day ! 🙂

Scream or Enjoy the ride!

Life is a mixed bundle of emotions in a positive turmoil within you, that have petty internal rifts among each other, to lead your senses.
From what I’ve learned over the years, it’s an exhilarating roller coaster ride that can keep you pinned down to your seat and at the same time keep you desperately longing for the joys and sorrows in an equal measure on a consensual  basis .

To put it all together , it’s a sublime experience that keeps you sailing towards a virtual target .It’s all inside that little brain inside your head.
What you become is just an outcome of how you view life, accept the flaws, rectify them and lead your soul towards that goal.

Life is just ,what we make of it!

Have a good day !
~ Verina~

It’s a human-thing

It happened a couple of days ago. A quiet sober evening when I went to the church. It was surprisingly, the first time I reached well before the mass began.
I sat on one of the pews , empty minded and already feeling exhausted and lethargic after the day’s activities.
There wasn’t anybody sitting next to me because I had chosen one of the most solitary places .
I grabbed a hymn book and was inexplicably engrossed amidst the various hymns.
When I was already mesmerized and lost in my thoughts, a lady not more than 30 scurried across and occupied the seat next to me. She was carrying a child in her frail arms and an unfathomable expression on her face.
I was mystified by the way she carried a child which was apparently 6 or 7 years old . Why would any mother do such a thing?A six year old child can no doubt walk on its own.

I smirked to myself thinking how parents spoil their children by excessively pampering and making them mentally vulnerable in today’s defying world.
It was then I noticed the child’s bizarre gestures.
Then it struck me like a bolt of lightening.
The child was autistic and handicapped.

I was moved with compassion and felt mortified over my ruthless mistaken assumptions.
The child looked at me and beamed in a gullible manner,    clearly unaware of my wrong perceptions.
I smiled too,sadly.
I was silently overwhelmed and pain-stricken.

Just then,the celebrant moved towards the altar and I was whisked out of my deep contemplation.
The mass was about to begin.

A Profound Message

It grows when you explore it within and around you. You just have to cherish, nourish and let it flourish. And, it’s called as Happiness!!