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Stop galloping, and you will breathe,
Stop going haywire and you will arrive at your destination,
Stop looking out, for you shall encounter ‘peace’ within,
Give a pause to talking, you will listen to the melody of life,
Stop crying and whining, to smile and enjoy the Creator’s Creation,
Stop yelling and you will connect with silence,
Stop holding on, and you will find freedom !!
-Deepika
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We are all, at some point in time, angry with someone,
Filled with frustration against our loved ones,
Feel disrespected and unloved by near and dear ones,
And do feel trampled and taken for granted, at times, by someone.
We feel sad and dejected 😦
If we are feeling any of these emotions,
We are feeding these emotions.
It is a weed growing within, stealing nourishment from the positivity within.
It’s a jungle of negativity in there, of unruly thoughts and we are feeling suffocated and strangled by them.
Believe me, it’s not someone or our loved one,
It’s us, who has all of these unruly emotions within, which we are showcasing.
Because, we cannot showcase what does not belong to us..
So, come my dear friends, let’s embark on a long walk,
With a talk to battle the unsettling thoughts,
A walk to shed those extra pounds, which our mind has harbored around,
Let’s go within, to cut out those unruly weeds of negative emotions,
The feelings of anger, jealousy, sadness and frustration,
A journey within to meet our true selves and plant seeds of positive emotions !!
I do hope, I find enough people on this journey, I intend to take, whom I could call my friends,
Please join me in taking on cleaning one weed of negative emotion, which we can mend….
Hope to hear about your little devil, which you would want to give up,
And make a conscious effort to keep it at bay…
Speak words of love,
Let our actions show care,
Yes, we might be angry or frustrated,
But, tomorrow, our loved one may not be there 😦
As we walk the path of life,
With our friends, dear ones or soulmate,
Let’s live, laugh and love more,
Before it’s too late to enjoy anymore !!
-Deepika
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I wish, I could be a child again..
Reminiscing my childhood domain,
Fun, laughter, frolic and sweet pain,
I wish, I could relive those moments again,
Oh, how I wish I could be a child again.
Friendly chatter, pleasant and innocent banter,
Simple jokes, belly hurting laughter,
A small radio or a mobile transistor,
Ever satiating our recreational hunger..
I wish I could go back in memory lane,
Oh, how I wish, I could be a child again.
Chasing dreams of flying a plane,
Or even thinking of driving “BIG” trains,
Going up and down in the lifts, over and again,
I wish, I could grow up once again,
Oh, how I wish I could be a child again !
No fancy toys, just games insane,
Be it sunshine, wind or rains,
Floating paper boats, in puddles of water in lanes,
I wish, my present, were as simple and plain,
Oh, how I wish I could be a child again.
No phone ring-ring, no remotes for channel surfing,
No laptops, I-pads or mobiles for time passing,
We delved in our confused thoughts, curious minds tossing,
Taking us to the crossroads of life without an idea or inkling,
I wish, I could continue with the “NO STRESS” chain,
I wish I could be a child again !
-Deepika
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Simple things in life are free,
A hug, laughter and a smile,
A pat on the back, wouldn’t hurt, once in a while.
A word of praise, a compliment,
A simple appreciation,
Could add to one’s emotional achievement.
A thank you note, a caring stroke,
A kind gesture to light up fellow folks,
A little practice of gratitude, wouldn’t hurt, to bring about a change in attitude.
It’s never too late to begin our journey,
To enjoy the little things in life,
Let’s extend a helping hand of kindness and laughter to someone, today,
As we spread our wings, to reach towards the sky !!
For many past generations,
Life was simple, without many complications,
From milking the cows,
To farming with ploughs.
From rearing a family of eight to ten,
With meagre and minimum resources to sustain,
Providing decent education,
And simple dressing for occasions,
Hiding difficulties, strains, aches and pains,
Rightfully earning, every single grain,
Adorning a beautiful and loving smile,
Serving one and all, going that extra mile.
These are the memories, I have,
Which date back to to the time and lifestyle of my grandparents days,
The memories shine bright to date,
Unlike the days of the present.
Those days,
When there was no stress of obesity, fads of diets,
No frills and fancies of rice or millets.
No chronic lifestyle diseases to worry about,
Walking or maybe, cycling was the only means to move about.
No televisions, only conversations,
No Shopping complexes, malls or play stations,
No Patisseries, only small time bakeries,
When, life was simple and people were approachable.
I miss the fun games of teacher teacher, darkroom and cousins gathering,
I miss the days of simple, balanced and healthy living.
To end,
I would just quote, the famous Hindi Song,
‘Koi lauta de mere beete hue din,
beete hue din, woh mere pyaare palchin”
Would love to hear from you all about your thoughts.
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-Deepika
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A cry from you mother, gone unheard…
A plea from you, we simply ignored,
We smothered you and butchered you, cluttered you and bothered you, and you quietly endured,
Oh mother, you must be bewildered,
To see, what kind of children you have mothered,
Against generations and time, your beauty has withered,
It’s agonizing and painful to see how your natural resources suffered,
From a bounty of your gifts that we unearthed,
A handful is what remains with us, undisturbed,
Your might and fury we witness, shows that you are angered,
A few of your little ones, are trying to mend ways with pleas to make themselves heard,
Come one, come all, let’s save our precious and beautiful MOTHER EARTH !!
-Deepika
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Meditation is silence,
Silence is within..
From within, erupts a beautiful fountain,
When the mind is silent and the pen speaks !!
Happy to share this creation from one of my meditative states…
-Deepika
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When the clouds loaded themselves on to the sky,
When the birds hopped and flew to trees, chirping by,
When the leaves scattered and the wind blew and
There were fresh droplets of water pearls in the morning dew.
When there were flowers blooming and swaying, kissing the horizon,
My little mind and the writer in me, wanted to capture the innate beauty of the carnations,
The little devil in me bore a blank expression, unable to sprout a thought of imagination…
Complete darkness and absolute stillness,
Where the thoughts were in a state of perfect numbness,
They refused to flow out of the deep dungeon,
For, they were severely and acutely drought stricken.
An internal rupture of the crust of thoughts and emotions,
Is what it took to shake up the volcanic imaginations,
The slumbering thoughts erupting to ooze out the lava of a writers imaginations,
Hope my creative writing does not, yet again enter the state of hibernation !!
-Deepika
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Mesmerizing, scintillating, tranquilizing beautiful I am, thought the rose…
As she looked into her reflection with delight,
A seed of doubt crept into her, and sent it a little root,
Am I good enough, Am I right??
The rose wandered with these thoughts and thought….
Maybe, I should’ve been small and fragrant like a Jasmine,
But a Jasmine is very tender and delicate,
Or maybe, vast like a Lotus,
But Lotus grows in the muck,
Maybe, I shouldn’t have had thorns,
Or maybe, I should’ve been designed differently,
Then people would’ve liked and adorned me..
Am I good enough, am I right?
As she was wandering in the garden heartbroken,
Feeling miserable and forsaken,
She met the calm and serene, blissful chrysanthemum,
Merry and gay, on the way to the sanctorum,
Who paved the way for her dear friend rose, telling her,
Be the beauty that you are, for that is what you are meant to be,
Do not tend to the seed of doubt, for it steals the true self you ought to be,
And whatever be the path you take, dear friend,
We shall all meet at His Feet, in the END !!
I am good enough, I am right !!
In life, we often tend to play the game of looking good and get stressed, no end, until we find a friend, guide, teacher who steers us in the right path. An attempt to portray the same.
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