Second Chance

You make mistakes so do I
But how often do we give
Just one more chance
That Second Chance
You broke my heart so did I
How hard is it to forgive and forget
Just one more chance
That Second Chance
We have only just one life to live
I fear its the truth and nothing more
So don't be afraid to give and receive
That Second Chance in this life!
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Can’t have enough

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I just cant seem to have enough of you

No matter how much I keep starring at you

I just can’t seem to have enough of you

No matter how much I keep watching you

I just can’t seem to have enough of you

No matter how much I find ways to not like you

I just can’t seem to have enough you

No matter how much I don’t want to exist without you

No! No! I just can’t seem to have enough

Surprise me!

Photograph : RosheyFotografie

Surprise me with intelligent little talk
Surprise me with a some handpicked flowers
Surprise me with your sarcasm and humor
Surprise me with anything at all

Surprise me with some senseless stories
Surprise me with a handful of chocolates
Surprise me with a gift of memories
Surprise me with anything at all

Surprise me with a handwritten letter
Surprise me with surprise party
Surprise me with just about anything
Surprise me with anything at all

The Rejection Game

“No” she said when she was conceived her your womb
“No” he said when he realized she was with child
The first glimpse of rejection you both introduced to her
But she forgives you both as that is something she must do
“You’re not able to do this”, “Don’t be silly you’ cant’
“Don’t”, “No”, “You can’t do that”, “Listen when we tell you”
These were the words you pushed down on her
She had no clue what life would unfold for her
Strict rules around the house with severe punishments 
She was so afraid of him, so much so, more than she should
She probably thought if he was like this God must be a tyrant
Fear was instilled even before she learn’t her A,B,C’s
Life went on this way until one fine day arrived someone new
A little baby boy - She looked at him and said “You’re my brother”
She adored him and loved him with every beat in her heart
Not knowing that she was on level 2 in the game of rejection
Time went by and the discrimination grew larger than life
“No, you can’t cos you are a girl”, “yes, he can. He’s a boy”
Bicycles were denied, Swimming lessons were denied
“Learn to play the piano” she was told so she did
Years kept going and she had no clue why her sexuality was a concern
She began to hate herself for being a girl & very soon a woman
Her mother never taught her anything about the ways of life
She did’t know whom to ask – She found things on her own
A few more years gone by and now she started questioning
They didn’t approve her questioning their authority
She was seen as a rebellious teenager- a difficult child
In her mind she was strong and loyal, a beautiful mind
She did everything she was asked to do and time flew by
Many things came and went by, in her colorful life
One day drew near when she had a revelation so true
All these memories of a miserable childhood she lived
The spirit within her rose up one fine day into new heights
All these questions she ever had about her life unraveled
In her heart she knew she was a lover, an adventurer, a dreamer
She had become that being - survival to fight rejection
The spirit within her told her after decades gone by
The secrets which was never told to her before
She knew at once she was not wanted or needed
By the ones that birthed her and gave her life
She was perhaps not the boy child they wanted
She was perhaps conceived when they were not ready
Yet the first rules out the latter as she learns
That even if she was the fifth she would still be rejected
She yearns to find out from her that gave her birth
But she has enough wisdom not to do so as she’d want
Rejection is such a powerful force in life she knows
She realized that rejection = hate and there is no way out
To all who have been rejected at some point in your life
Just know that one may reject you but another will love you
For who you are and what you are and what you have become
Love covers all and only love from the heart can make you whole
Forgive, Hard to forget its true but try and Move On
We have only one life to live here on earth so make it count
Game Over - Rejection!

To be or not to be?

Life throws all kinds of challenges that we face each day
To be or not to be is a question in every man’s way
It’s a choice we all have to make each day
No matter the outcome or what come may
Should I write to him or not?
Will she get offended if I tell her off?
Should I call off this thing that I have with her?
Will he understand if I said what I said?
Should I continue in this abusive relationship?
Or should I just walk away and leave him behind?
W ill she understand if I left her cos I can’t take no more?
Or should I just zip it up and bear it a bit longer?
Is this love we have really getting us somewhere?
Its become dull and boring, how long must I stay?
Should I help my friend who plans to this crazy thing?
Or should I just let him deal with his own messes?

To be or not to be? – that is the question! ” – WS

It is a question for each day!

That Smile

Her smile was something he fell in love with

He said it was the smile that changed his life

Her smile which was genuine and warm

Put all his worries and cares far behind

That smile he’d say can melt the hardest of hearts

Her spirit was free and her heart so ever big

Perhaps so easy for someone like her to smile away

Even when everyone of us were falling apart

I wish I could have that kind of a spirit

To smile my cares away for good

I’d ask her to teach me to smile that way

I’d like to make that smile a part of mine

The Kiss

You are there but it does not seem like its you I know in real life

You wait patiently to catch me when I am alone and the one I am with has gone by

In a blinking of an eye you swiftly move towards and extend your arms around my waist

You pull me closer to you and attempt to kiss me- I refuse and rebel

You wouldn’t let me go and tell me how much you’ve missed me

Does it matter but I seem to be enjoying being held by you in this embrace

I did ask you to kiss me many years ago I think to myself

But I know its not right and I try to pull back and ask you to leave me alone

You won’t give up but squeeze me harder and kiss me

As your lips touch mine I refrain from kissing you back – I hold back

You continue to kiss me and now am feeling like it’s one way ticket to the moon

He comes back and swiftly you let go of me and stand there as if nothing happened

I am blushing in shock and shame that I let this happen

You wait calmly like a hawk to attack its prey

He leaves my side again and even before I could run away from you

Here I am in your arms again – you tell me you want me though I am someone elses

And you kiss me again, much longer and I lose my senses

You’ve known how much I wanted you to kiss me many years ago but you didn’t just do that

So why on earth now? We are none of that just good friends

I open my eyes and realize it was just a dream!

I lay awake thinking why I had seen you when I had not even thought of you all this while

The kiss in the dream felt so real, so warm and so desperate

Why did you come into my dreams to kiss me that way?

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Red Backpack

She put all her dreams and hopes – her heart soul and mind

A little red backpack – she puts everything she’s got

Into your hands she places that red backpack one day

Trusting you to take care, guard and love all the way

You took the little red backpack and its belongings

Like toys you played and tossed them away

Lost all that was in the backpack with your games

Gone for far too long and in hiding you remained

She asked for it back one day so she could move on

And all you had to tell her were little white lies

She kept asking and asking as doubts started to multiply

Something was not right she begged for whats hers

You returned the red backpack to her one day

With nothing worthwhile just a backpack full of lies

Every time she looked in her backpack for whats hers

Her heart, soul, mind, dreams hopes and herself

Remains now regrets remorse and an emptiness so old

The little red backpack is now nothing but mere rubbish

Red backpack with dust now worn out and torn

She dumps its in the Dump truck for good its gone

The Pumpkin Issue

The country I come from has an ancient rich heritage of Agriculture. The ancient kings of Sri Lanka leaves enough evidence for us to know how much effort was put into agriculture with its irrigation methods.

But with centuries gone by, little do we see that has been done to take agriculture to the next level. Technology has advanced but not the Agriculture industry in Sri Lanka. Hence, the Pumpkin issue!

Recently many governmental and non-governmental departments came together to promote sales and to relieve the pumpkin farmers of their excess produce. Approximately 100,000Kg with the price tag of a
a measly Rs. 100/-. per pumpkin at a pumpkin street sale.
It is a good endeavor !

However, has no one thought of tackling this pumpkin issue in a more proactive manner. it is not just pumpkin farmers that face these issues. Take a walk in the hill country of Sri Lanka and you will see that many farmers just let carrots, beets, leeks, cabbages, raddish to rot in their fields as they could not sell it for a decent price and the middle man always has the upper hand with pricing. What a waste!

Recently, a minister states that eating pumpkin enhances the beauty of women. Seriously, is this how one we tackle agriculture related issues in Sri Lanka?

How come these pumpkin farmers are not able to sell their crop for a decent pay? Is it not worth their toil and labor? How come their general quality of life has not developed? Why are there no services to educate the general public about by- products of the pumpkin nor its value additions.

Pumpkins are such a good and healthy source for our diet in many ways. It could be preserved, made into soup, could be used as pureed pumpkin and a thickening agent for various dishes. Then there is pumpkin as desserts and could easily be used as a form of a sweetened drink. Think about the pumpkin seeds.

May be some folks are already making some business out of what I’ve mentioned above. But why are the farmers not educated and equipped on these? Is it because we have become a lazy generation, wanting the quickest of the solutions to such problems and the instant solutions for everything.

There are countries which would die for pumpkins and here we have it go it waste. What a shame!

I seriously hope that the people at the top who have the authority, power and access to funding would seriously save this country from the pathetic agricultural frail and look in to more sustainable farming and agri bio technology methodologies to tackle issues in a non-reactive manner. We need to close the disparity gap and elevate the life of the general farmer. After all they bring us some food to our table!

Stable

Since of late she gets a pounding from him with this word “stable”

She wipes her tears asking why he thinks she is “unstable”

He says “You are not stable. I need you to be stable.Unwavering”

“How can you say that I am wavering? especially when I am the stable one right now” she thinks to herself.

But she never utters a word. One day he would realize that she was the only stable thing in his life!

The Memorial Service

This is based on true events.

Jane, a late 30’s single was raking her head with late nights etc trying to finish her thesis for her Masters degree. She was invited by an elderly lady to accompany her to a particular memorial service.

Just to let you know, the elderly lady had briefly informed Jane that this deceased lady was a friend of hers from church and thaty she had met with an accident early February and passed on leaving behind her husband, and three daughters in their late teens.

Jane was so shaken to hear the details of the death of this individual and thought it was good for her to take a break from her busy schedule and accompany her elderly lady friend to this memorial service.

So Jane and her elderly lady friend enters the church; the memorial service takes place in a language Jane is not too familiar with. There are songs sung, prayers and speeches made. And Jane was so moved she started crying, initially a few drops of tears strolled down her cheeks. After a few minutes, she was overwhelmed that she started weeping – weeping, quite heavily as she was reminded that this lady had met with an accident just at the beginning of this month. Jane was a bit confused as to where the coffin was but did not want to question her companion during the service. May be they had a funeral privately, she thought to herself.

She observed the immediate family members of the deceased. They were not moved, unshaken, not a drop of tear! The daughters all stood very still and unmoved at the passing away of their mother. Jane was further overwhelmed at this sight and kept weeping rather loud, drawing the attention of others at the church service.

Upon closure of the service the deceased lady’s husband walked towards Jane and invited her to join them for some tea and refreshments in the church hall. Many strangers kept looking at Jane in a rather awkward manner and Jane’s mascara had also washed off onto her cheeks and she did look a mess.

With all the attention from all the strangers Jane was quite embarrassed and was very determined to leave immediately. She was so very heartbroken and sad at the thought that none of the individuals at the service had shed a tear but all looked very calm and poised. She thought of them to have cold hearts; especially the immediate family members – the husband and the daughters. How could they just be like this when this lady had a bad death just days ago, she thought to herself.

Whilst Jane was trying to make a quiet exist, she heard a familiar voice ” Hey, Jane whatsup?”. She was shocked to see a colleague from work approach her. Jane softly says “hi”, still cleaning up face messed up mascara. And the friend says ” Wow.. are you alright? You were weeping throughout the service. Is everything ok?” So Jane replies ” Oh yes I am fine, Just so sad to hear how she passed away after that really bad accident and no one seems to be sad, that made me so upset”. So her colleague whilst trying to comfort her asked ” are you related the deceased? How do you know Mrs. Prince?”. Jane is embarrassed but tells her colleague that she has got no clue as to who Mrs. Prince was but heard about her death at the beginning of this month and accompanied this elderly lady for this service.

To Jane’s astonishment her colleague breaks into laughter “You don’t even know this lady and you are here for the memorial. Well it’s been a year since she passed away”.

Just to let you know that Jane had never been to a memorial service before!

The End.

The Facial

So the story goes that this woman in her late 30’s decided to get a facial afer quite some time. Rowena has been having it on her list, but since of late she has been resticted in her spending due to other family financial responsibilities.

She walks into the salon where she had made an appointment for 1730hours, she managed to pop in to her home after work for a quick refresh and got to the salon just in time.

The receptionist directs her to the beautician. Rowena is excited at the thought of this pamper for the next hour or more. So the beautician starts the stadard process of cleaning up Rowena’s face and neck and then steaming. During this time, Rowena’s little voice in her head starts becoming louder ” Hey, are you sure that your face should be steamed for so long? Should you not cough or make it known that you have been left here with the steamer in your face”. Oh well, Rowena shut the voice in her head off for a while and tried to just relax and enjoy.

After applying further more creams and cleansers etc the steamer is again shoved in her face. Now this time, the tiny voice in Rowena’s head grew incredibly loud making her sigh and irritant. Rowena tried to keep it under control. Due to a recent neck sprain the seating position where the next was resting on a chair which almost remminded her that of the dentist chair was begnning to really play socks her mind.

There was absolutely not a hum from the beauticuan as she carried on with her routine in getting this facial done for her client. Rowena, wanting to be polite simply kept quiet but wanted to know how long more untill this was all over so she could just go home.

At one point the therapy felt so good that Rowena slightly dozed off and then when awake all that was in her mind was ” I just wanna leave” It was painstaking and very loud. Her little voice in the head was no longer a little voice. It made Rowena’s arms and legs to nudge and cross and indicate all signs of irriration. “Just behave will you?, it will soon be over” she told her voice in her head whilst thinking of the song “I will survive”

Alas, after an hour and half, it was all over and the cotton was taken away from Rowena’s eyes. But the funny thing was when she opened her eyes she felt so sloppy and almost as if she was trying to wake up from sleep or snap of out from some day dreaming session.

She asked for extra tissues to just clean her eyes more and more so she could see better. It felt as if her eyes were deeply sunk in some fancy spa. Finally, it was done! Rowena was pleased that despite the torement her the little voice in her head had put her through she looked lush her skin kept screaming “Thank you”. She thanked her beautician and walked off.

Sometimes in life, the most anticiapted moments can actually become a pain; for someone who has forgotten to just unwind and chill such little luxuries can actually be tormenting.

The End-

I am not the only One!

I know I am not the only one in this world to feel the way I do

My mind is like a production house with all kinds of concepts floating

Be it baking, photography, writing or travel thoughts overloading

All the time, sometimes I just cannot seem to be sleeping.

I know I am not the only one in this world to have these thoughts

Of breaking in to a vault at a bank to discover special expensive items

Its not about stealing or anything, its just about the planning and execution

Its a harsh thought I know, but times are tough my friend.

I know I am not the only one in this world to do what I do

Wanting to show such compassion to even the most cruel being

You may call that your enemey but I’d like to do something

To see that life transformed into something splendid.

I am not the only one whose ridden with feelings, thoughts and deeds

I know there is another you out there – somehwhere

So if that is you reading this post – please leave me note

Tea with Duran Duran

If there is a place in streets of Fort, Colombo that makes me very nostalgic, I would say it is the Pagoda Tea Room at Chatham Street.

I guess it is my love towards the 80’s band Duran Duran; a great British band from Brummy.

Though I was exposed to thier music in the 80’s as a child and an early teen I was completely oblivious and ignorant to not know that the great footage from thier music video Hungry Like TheWolf was filmed mainly this is quaint tea room and surrounding streets of Fort, Colombo.

My British boss mentioned this to me back in 2010 but I did nothing to discover this place untill my husband-to-be at the time invited me here for a cuppa tea – According to Jude, the cupa tea served here along with an eclair or the infamouse pineapple gateau slice is heavenly. Few things we have in common is our sweet tooth. So, somewhere in 2012, I did actually made it to this place and I just felt so nostalgic. Hungry Like The Wolf just played in my head a million times.

To make things all the more interesting, we meet this server who as actually been working at this tea room at the time Duran Duran filmed the music video. So he said ” Ah ofcourse, I was just a young lad when Dooran Dooran was here”. So immediately we made a connection; I connected with this place so much since then.

During the years we enjoyed many lunch and tea times with just ourselves or with a friend or two never failing to tell the story of this place and at times wondered if Duran Duran would want to pay a visit here.

Time passes by and this is 2019. With my work in very close proximity to this tea house I always manage to escape and spend some time here to enjoy some snacks and bask in my nostalgic moment. Sadly, the delicious rice and curry is no longer served but as take away packs. The traditional tea has been replaced with machine made instant teas.

Tourists and locals alike make the best of this place today. I’ve even witnessed interviews and work meetings take place at the Pagoda Tea Room. I guess it has become somewhat of a cosy comfy hangout for many in the area may it be shopping, commuting or working.

Depsite the many changes that has taken place over the years, I believe as a Duran Duran fan, I will always cherish this tea room and have that strong connection for as long as I live.

To me it will always be a nostalgic memory that I have created in my head about having tea with Duran Duran whilst they prepared themselves for the music video Hungry Like The Wolf, which happens to be one of my favorite songs, espcially the rendition by David Cook champion of Americal Idol Season 7. A hint to my favourite things.

Cheers to Duran Duran!

Last trip for 2018!

From 25th – 27th December accompanied by my husband Jude and some other friends, we decided to do a trip around the Knuckels Mountain Range in Sri Lanka. This was mostly to chase waterfalls.

Thanks to the main man who organized the trip we managed to stay in some bungalows owned by The Sri Lanka State Plantation Corporation in the Hagalla.

Our modes of travel were by 4WD’s; other options would probably be only via Motorbikes, jeeps, vans or tuk tuks. Though plagued with leech bites we all did have a really good time up there in the Knuckles Range.

Some of the waterfalls area below. Saree Ella Falls, Jodu Ella Falls, Girindi Ella Falls, Thaliya Wetuna Ella Falls, Lebanon 1 Falls etc.

The best time to see waterfalls in Sri Lanka is during November to January where rains feed into the waterways and you could experience luscious waterfalls. Be prepared with rain cover and leach protection and never remove leeches if they are already hooked on to your skin. Just let them have thier fill and they will fall off. Then spit on a fresh leaf and just place it on the bite. The locals use a vareity of things ranging from dettol, salt, soap water to get the leeches of thier skin. Also recommended to apply a local balm called siddhalepa.

Its highly recommended to take a guide with you when hiking the knuckles range. By doing so you could save yourself from getting lost or facing imminent danger. Be careful when treading on waterways of waterfalls.

Think or Feel

So you think I what is feel is what I think

How silly of you to come to a conclusion as this

You ought to know by now more about me

My experiences are more of what I feel than think

Next time you make your silly jokes about 

Things that matter to me and close to my heart

Ask yourself more than once if you have to

If what you think and say would make me feel any better

You may not have dreams but I happen to do so!

Would I cry for you?

All this talk about death, graves and cemeteries has got me thinking of a little conversation I heard among two people.

“Would you cry for me at my death?” one asked the other

“Yes” was the simple but authentic answer

“Seriously.. lol” was the response of the person who questioned

Why is it so hard to believe that she would cry for you?

 

You may have done her all the wrong unimaginable

But did you forget that she is a rare gem with a big heart?

The kind that empathizes even with her worst of enemies

Yes ofcourse she would cry if she ever outlived you

 

Not everyone in this world is able to forget the past and move on

There’s so much preaching about forgiveness, none on forgetting

Its not the easiest thing to do when you’ve been ripped your heart open

For all to see what you were really believing and hoping for – the lie

But nevermind that time is long gone now, just a bad dream she says

 

It is not easy when the people who hurt you the most

Are none other than the ones you love the most

But end of the day with all said and done and some undone

Yes indeed someone will cry for you when you are gone

Becuase you made thier life a little bit more colourful end of the day!

Photograph by: Prexels

 

 

Is it in my Blood

Is it in my blood wanting to be outrageously adventerous

To go to places where no mans ever dreamed of

 

Is it in my blood wanting to wake up one morning

To find myself as the most wanted celebirty

 

Is it in my blood wanting to raid all over the streets

Rescuing all the street kids who need to live a life

 

Is it in my blood to become the astronaut that ever exists

To travel as far as the universe would take it

 

Is it in my blood wanting to take time out so I could

Just write this one piece of literature that would save a life

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I know it is in my blood –  All this madness birthed to life!

Talking Tornado

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So this is going to sound a bit wierd but something I dreamt recently. Enjoy!

I was at some location with family and some known and unknown faces.  A house or something of that sort.

We have been given an extreme weather warning alert –  A Tornado warning.

Well this is very unusual for someone in my country and for sure I have not witnessed one in my country todate.

The family and few others gather around and look at a map to and draws up a particular route stating that it was the route shared in the news on the tele; the anticipated path of the tornado. (I do not even know if its possible to do that)

We all agree and come into agreement that we do not have to ecvacuate as informed on the tele as it would not come near us.

We wait. Others in hiding. I am out in the open and lo and behold! there it appears. The dark brown tunnel going up into the sky. It did look slim and for me I was just standing there admiring it. I could not move nor take my eyes off it.

Though it was anticipated that it would not cross our path; it does. Not destroying us but almost just brushing the property where we all were. By this time, the others all realizing the grave danger ahead had gone in to places for cover. But I am here out there, all by myself admriing this magnificent thing!

Then something strange unfolds before me. Whilst the tornado is still, a handome man appears and tells me ” Don’t worry! I changed my route and will not destroy you or the people here!” And I respond ” Aw! thank you!” and I think I was blushing. (yes, I know this sounds ridiculous)
And as I gaze at him, the man as he gets back in the tornado and leaves.

All this while our phones were jammed and no one couldnt make any calls or send texts. I know I had my phone and was probably taking photos or videos. But, not this particular part of the event!

Suddenly, there is calm and all in hiding comes out and asks me if I was insane to be standing there. All thier phones starts ringing and mine starts getting a lot of missed call alerts and sms’s etc. And then a message  from the tornado ” Hey I am passing the car park now. You should come over here and move your car!”

So this is my ridiculous tale of a talking tornado!

 

 

Cartoonified – Felonius Gru

So, this is to my imagination of actual human beings who suddenly transform into cartoon characters. (not necessarily just human, but animals.. trees etc)

It’s not just that they remind me of cartoons, but I imagine what they would be like in the cartoon world.. how they would look, what they’d wear and how they’d talk, smile or frown. And then there are times when I see cartoon characters’ names in real life; and it is quite amusing to see how they resemble their fellow cartoon character with the same name. (I am so tempted to quote a name here but I will refrain from doing so) 

So recently, I’ve been grouping some characters together and making them a family. It’s quite fun what goes on in my head.

For example, I now have in my list three men whom I feel resembles Felonius Gru. I would have loved to mention their names, but I cannot.  One from work, one from a mutual group of friends and the other a musician.

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The musician, a good friend of mine, he has much longer hair than Gru and has such an innocent face of that of a pet hamster. Trust me, he has been in existence long before Gru was ever thought of. Now that people know Gru, I believe that my musician friend could be mistaken with Felonuis Gru with much longer hair if he were to be seen walking in the dark; his silhouette unmistakably Gru.

The one from work, I barely know him personally. But from the very first day I noticed him, he just reminded me of Gru. This one’s hair-line is perfect with that of Gru’s, and does a lot of hang gestures when speaking and paces across the room like a really stressed out character, when the other he is speaking with is as calm as a cucumber. So you can imagine what tales generate in my mind.

And finally, the last of the Gru’s is the mutual friend– now he is always looking worried. Even before the problem is thought of he is looking worried, sounding worried but all the form and posture of Gru.

I must say that none of the above humans look evil in any way. They all look innocent, but their posture, physical and personality attributes reminds me of good ol’ Gru.

Something Soulish

 

Oh soul why so dreary its only been a while

Since you came into being to life with a smile

You are much more special please think big

Don’t you stumble now for that tiny twig

 

Many have come and gone and taken space

You’ve let them take that part in a daze

But now it is the time to take your rightful place

And give them all a real good chase

 

Dark thoughts come your way once in a while

Its ok! it will pass if you don’t make a big deal

Nobody’s perfect they never ever will be

Be lest harsh on yourself lest you see

Parts of your soul being stolen from thee♥♥♥♥

My Restless Brain

It’s one of those days of the week where my brain just runs wild

With thoughts, ideas, reviews, people, images and imaginations

It’s an outburst of somethings which never seems to end – a song that never stops

A movie which keeps rolling – wanting to learn a language or play the bass

All kinds of things and musings in my poor restless brain!

 

My brain is filled with stories untold, songs unsung, music never played

The mental notes just keep playing its tunes over and over again

I close my eyes hoping to silence my mind and make my brain stop

Calm myself and take a few deep slow breaths – hoping to slow down

But its just another day in my restless brain!

 

I know not what to do with my restless brain at times like these

Unless to just let it exhaust itself to boredom and tiredness

And then again when I take a breath and think its all over

Here goes, all over again my restless brain!

Losing Hope

So I’ve heard that the last string someone holds on to their dear life, is Hope. If you have Hope you have the will to fight and the strength to go one. However, what do you say to someone whose at the brim of loosing Hope?

When they have tried all options which matter to them and it all seemed a miserable failure and there is no more to hold on to, not even Hope! That’s what I call loosing Hope.

And then someone else has said that Religion is a form of giving Hope. Firstly, I do not believe in the thing called “Religion”. I choose to define it as a Divine relationship.

Yet again, what do you tell someone who has this Divine relationship (the belief of something like a Religion known to the rest of world) but has severely failed in life – may be due to bad choices and listening to the wrong voices? No matter how faithful they have been to the cause and their belief in the Divine relationship – the truth is they have failed and not picked up from where they tripped. But tried really hard in every humanely possible way.

I honestly would not know how I could encourage someone in this situation. If you’ve read all the way upto the end of this post, it means you were interested in what was being said. Therefore, I request of you to please state your thoughts / views on same in the comments.

Thank You!

 

My Urban Life

“Where do broken wings go –  to only places they know..”
(to the tune of where do broken hearts go)

Ooops, sorry did you think I had actual broken wings?
Certainly not! fine wings I have just trying to sing a song
I heard play in this little apartment I’ve made home
These are the bestest humans in the world I must say

They feed me and don’t mind sunbathing in their flowerpots
Once in a while inside their home I do take some strolls
And Oh! they also switch off the ceiling fans when I am around
What a life-  Just a blissful one – My Urban Life!

 

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