She Came. She Saw. She Conquered.

 

She was in a tussle what to choose and what to loose. With loosened heart and frightening breath, she started walking towards the brightly lit stage. Her hair a bit curly, and lessened moisture on her lips, she glared the pavilion around her, blushed with humans all similar to her, all sheltered with a grey sky.

She skipped her hand on the microphone, binning away the lust of time and discovering the reason of being her. All her efforts have to answer now, with the the whole world leaving her not even a chunk of choice. She administered her soul and with misty voice she spoke,” Hello!”.

 

This she heard never from herself. She knew, the world welcome salutations. Now, she have to reply to herself, her modesty trembling again. ” I speak of nothing but truth, and forever shall the truth bestow the lives of everybody and now after being speech impaired for the whole of my life, I can admit… If I can have a voice, you can too! Give your voice a reason. The world listens to those who are strong enough to prove their point. Many gets a voice with destiny; give your destiny a return gift!”

 

She could hear the applause. This wasn’t for the voice she had, but the struggle and the aim she had for herself carefully crafted in her story. Her story, her little world of being the impossible and letting the world believe that wonders happen every time, this time again.

 

She, Ms. Anjana Noor, Creative Head at Gandhi Institute for Deaf and Dumb, who was speech impaired for 22 years of her life unknown to the fact that she could one day speak, ‘voiced’ her story at a gathering in New Delhi, India.

 

 

 

I Shall Go! 

To Make It Harder, I Shall Breath.

​This place,

I shall keep it warm,

And I shall not go, till it gets dark. 

First day,

Summers those were, 

Stinking summer was I .

I stepped into oblivion, 

Lifting the oblivion aside. 

I learnt to live, 

Learning was living itself. 

And I shall laugh now, 

For all learnt and all lost. 

You were there,

I feel those bumps, 

Your voice gave me.

I learnt you were mine, 

But never meant for mine. 

Last day,

It’s that day again, 

Stinking summer besides. 

And I shall laugh now, 

For that single glance you gave.

I saw it not, 

To keep it alive in mind. 

This time shall learn, 

You were meant for mine. 

I hear people laugh, 

See them cry. 

It’s what they learnt,

Meant for dying. 

I shall not believe,

What I see.

To make it harder, 

I shall breath. 

You,

And I shall follow, 

What’s in me.

Will that keep me, 

On dangers hollow? 

Still I’m here, 

Waiting. 

Mind that, 

I shall not wait, 

Forever. 

Tomorrow shall be mine, 

You shall come. 

Else I won’t be here, 

This dark will come. 

~ Yetesh Sharma @thewritersage

About Hope

Behold! Because there is yet to be seen, yet to be believed and yet to disagree from!” 

Funny, how in some ways we get happy and some ways we dive deep in the oceans of sadness. And funny, how human predicts happiness, when in sadness and also in happiness. Because with happiness comes hope that this day will be better than what it is today, or even now for the very best of the moment. But who knows the story behind the doors of Hope? 

What is Hope? 

I believe hope is what sets you free, to choose, to believe and to admire the change that you want in your hope. It’s tangible to what you think, and what steps YOU take to take the notion to another level. 




What does it takes to be hopeful? 

I guess determination. It’s because you are hopeful because you think you can achieve. And it takes great determination to achieve what you really want to. 


Is Being hopeful positive or negative? 

Very tactful question indeed. It’s both positive as well as negative. It’s positive because you are free to set an aim and change for that. It’s negative because you don’t have rely on hope that things are going to change on the basis of your hope. 


Why Hope is so chichē concept in contemporary world? 

Negatively! People hope for change, hope for justice, hope for clarity and particularly hope for everything. It’s not bad but as I earlier said relying all the way on hopes is awkward. This is pretty chichē  too! 


What should anyone do to be hopeful, positively?! 

Hope is a secondary concept. The primary one is integrity. Your heart and mind should be in good integrity with each other so that the sync process should keep on without delays . These delays will make you hopeless in second place. You are surely active to know when you are hopeless. So, in that moment talk to yourself and take your heart wherever your mind wants to. It may go in wrong direction but you shall learn something. And learning is not wrong. Be wrong, but change for the right once again. You shall be hopeful and your destiny will follow your way! 


Is it so easy? 

Are you so eased out to realise what is so easy or what is not? You are giving an exam, time is running out and your conscience wants you to realise if what you are doing is easy or not, if it’s worth or not, will you be benefitted or whatever. It’s not going to matter anyway, and you have to give the test of life. There’s no choice! There’s no such option to opt out because you don’t have to. Why? Because it’s what that is shaping you, that’s why you are alive. 




Being Foolish

For all people searching the meaning of life…

Who do we say is foolish?

 

I see the foolishness all around.

That’s my foolishness for bearing all the foolishness that this world have.

Now, I be the foolish; to not label myself foolish or my family members or my peers .

My belief that I rub everything above and never let the world know what really a foolish is; is foolish.

Or my posture or my behavior or my intention or only myself being just,foolish.

 

At any point of time, some sort of alien intelligence is surely due to over ride your abilities. Before a strong competitor, you surely going to lose. And at the end, nothing is going to matter.

What’s this ‘alien intelligence’, who’s this ‘strong competitor’ and what’s exactly the’ end’?

The answer no one knows the answer to, the lust that no one can ever fulfill and the future that any other distinction cannot hold, is the answer. We are hesitant to recognize, realize and prove, failing to acknowledge, but curious to know. We hold our hands together, trace our faces, and walk by our sides, but still…

 

Still we find our destinations and still we prefer going back. We label ourselves travelers, who finds his destinations and is equally determined to get back where he started, maybe to just let the world know, where he started. And where he started is where the world can start. Not just follow the footsteps but just prefer finding a little new way, a sweet other fruit to taste.

 

Label me foolish for letting you stroll where no one else does.

 

James Clear says,” Motivation is overvalued. Environment often matters more.”

I believe he’s right. Sorry for being foolish, believing in what others has to say. Or not others but somebody. Or somebody with something special.

 

Foolish is being identified. Being known.Being yourself.

The answer that I somehow, came to know.

And felt to foolish to spread…

 

There’s All Spams Existing that Exists

And such is a phenomenon. When it rains in dire summers, it’s acid rain that rains.

 

Listening to my favorite artist shuffled anomalously while on the go may probably be the best thing that happens with me most of the time. Because there I feel a little fortunate, a little alive and a little connected with The Almighty in the means of transferring ideas and demands and getting them fulfilled within a specific time repetition.

 

And so with this happiness, the wheel of life keeps rolling…

 

Here, this time its not really about Being Fortunate or Being Alive or Being Connected.

Its about Life which features nothing like this.

 

I am about to introduce a concept named ‘Certain‘. Feel free to relate it to yourself at times. It all begins at severe verbal with oneself. An introspection. Its controversial at times being being possessive but Hello! This is how this happens!

 

  • Certain crisp voices are feeling free to get scripted over this space.
  • Certain factors are irresistibly powerful to just let go.
  • Certain events have led us here.
  • Certain memories, beliefs have inspired to be like this.
  • Certain emotional inferences ,probably, are more practical than the world itself.
  • Certainly you have nothing better other than being here.

 

Certainly you are in a Trap, because that Certain is nothing more than a spam, unto a percentage of a guess. You are just a Certain.

 

And everywhere there are spams existing all around. The race is to stand as a leader of all.

Certainly, its not a demotivation at all, I must confess, but atleast its an introspection.

Because its just a beginning…

 

P.S : I am glad that people from various communities and I don’t know from which particular sites are viewing or commenting on this blog with all the positive or negative reviews. But it is requested please DO NOT comment as a spam on this blog. Akismet will automatically designate it as spam and due to security reasons, I cannot approve those comments on this blog until and unless these are not from a secure or trusted or atleast specified source.

Affinity With Life

Bloop! We are here and this time we are back with a bang. Why? Because your interest shows what is about to be coming in the next paragraphs.

Curiously, I have been a punchy bag from the last month. I am going where someone supposes to and with a one flick of action, the story of life completely transists.

And with my words I can predict where I am going to.
The answer is coming out in a little time, whether it does matter or not.

We are surrounded by people who have minds, and thoughts do they possess and thoughts know no bounds.
No one knows bounds.

You may travel in an erratic behavior once, the next moment you shall be pretty social with people.
So, you be the punchy bag at that moment.

Now, let’s just whirl up a little.
I have come here to post such a crucial topic after watching some hilarious content on YouTube. Will that affect my own content creation?
I doubt it.

But what if I’m sad, and to the 2 billion billion that may get a chance to watch me or my content in one or the other way that I concieve it to be, will my own priorities of being super dramatic can curtain my state of mind, and the viewers shall just pass by?
Fairly possible.

Now, let’s just get into the point of having this conversation.

“You know what you have got to do. Finally adapting to the environment around you, be affinitive to society and persist for a goal.”

My conflict is, are we able to keep with that on our own self or we are just being a punchy bag in declaring that yes! We held up our Affinity With Life…

Indeed we need to question but for once, and rest shall work in its own!

Brain

Hell, we are fooled,
Yet again,
By our ticky old foe.

He’s writing this text,
With his touch on the screen.
He’s watching the blank space,
Like a red bar waiting to turn blue.

Curious he sounds,
Blinking his eyes and smiling.
He’s fooling others,
Thinking he’s fooling.

To change his destiny,
He rather got guts.
But, he’s waiting,
To end this poem.

He relieves off his words,
Sprinkle it all across virtual space.
Still, believe someone’s there to watch,
And hids in himself a sham.

He’s admant,
To not to end this poem.
Because he’s not imaginative,
And like those poets in the ocean.

He hails from mud,
That’s why he knows nothing.
He is just walking,
And fooling everybody.

For all that he sees,
It’s all there for good, he knows.
And yet he keep seeing,
The good at all times.

At some word, this poem needs to end,
He knows that too.
Still he keeps on composing,
Like it’s creating a meaning.

He was an empty bowl,
Dried by intense sun, his water.
Nobody is there to slap him,
For all curiousness he had.

Maybe he had lost it all,
That’s why he is just composing it right.
And isn’t in a mood to end this all,
He is lonely basketball player.

He is clapping,
Maybe some curiousness still awaits.
He is all there for himself,
He points it all this time.

All remixed, replenished once again,
In an utter new time.
For a memory he had hasn’t faded,
It’s vivid like a volcano fire.

He’s panning out,
To take a flight, rather to walk.
And forget everything he once had,
To let not devoid anymore.

He convinces his peers,
To shut this poem off.
And he won’t post this poem,
Because bokeh is never fake!