What’s on your platter

via Daily Prompt: Recreate

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We are living in the times, when stressful living is everybody’s cup of tea. Anger, annoyance, irritation, anxiety are on everyone’s platter. Where children are pushed beyond their limits to pop like a  soda, by excelling in all activities. Where competition is a complementary starter, in all spheres of life. Come what may, the emotional disturbances we are going through, cannot be done with, given our current lifestyle.

So, then, the above being constant, lets recreate our desserts. Lets recreate the magic of a smile, lets recreate and enjoy the joy in small things, lets recreate the power of a loving hug, a caring touch and be there for each other.

Yes, it sounds like a situation right out of a very idealistic world. But to start with, lets take baby steps by recreating our fun and magic moments within our family 🙂

A small beginning !!

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You are worth it !!

via daily prompt :overcome

 

When a needle pricks you, only you feel the pain. Others can only sympathize with you. When you bruise yourself in the process of your day to day work, only you can feel the pain. Others can only comfort you. When you feel hurt, something pricks you deep within the heart.  This pain deep within, is solely yours. Nobody can help you in carrying that load of pain.

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When something deeply hurts you, you feel very small, insignificant and worthless. Everything around you starts to feel hollow and worthless. People, relationships, feelings, emotions, values everything goes for a toss. In this whole process, the pain is only and only caused to you. It is you, who has allowed the other person to empty out his/her garbage onto you-Sometimes, you don’t have a choice, especially, if it’s your boss at the other end. You have been the recipient of the flurry of harsh words meted out at you or you are feeling the pain of a loved one not inquiring about you, or your teacher rebuking you. You are feeling awful about this. I’m sure, most of us have been here, gone through this at some point in life.

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Sometimes, such things happen, and you do feel the pain and burden deep within. You cannot control the words and action of another person who has treated you thus, but you and only you can control the way you want to feel about and after this experience and here, you have a choice..

The only way to heal the scar on your heart or overcome this, is to let go. By letting go here, I mean, let go off that frustration, that pain, that anger, that the particular interaction has caused within you. You can let go by following what you love to do. Follow your passion/hobby. You can write, sing, draw, shout your lungs out, box a pillow, write about your feelings on a piece of paper and shred it into pieces. Choose, what feels good for you, but have it flushed out of your system. Unburden and clean your heart. After all, it’s the most important organ you have. Send out love  to your heart. If you keep dumping load on it, it’s bound to fail, and you cannot afford that, for you are important and you are worth it !!

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Tuesday Photo Challenge – Water

Water in Different Forms

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Calm and serene waters,

Gushing and enthusiastic waters,

Dancing and creating waves,

Swaying to the musical scales,

Kissing the skies and clouds,

Soaking in the sun and singing out  loud,

House to creatures multifarious,

Water your forms are numerous.

Salutations to your different forms,

Oh ! water you follow your own norms !!

 

Priceless Gems.

via Daily Prompt: Priceless

 

 

As a kid, mom and dad, you had laid a foundation of priceless gems in me and my siblings. Gems in the form of moral and ethical values, humility, being grateful, faith, adjustments, courage and the like.

Whenever, the wall of my being, cracked in doubt, about  truth or lie, mom and dad, you filled my cracks with the right bit of advice in the form of anecdotes, stories which I could follow and made me strong.

Whenever I cracked  with arrogance and anger you educated me the values of being humble and patient.

When I felt low, you taught me the virtue of being grateful.

When I buckled under pressure and fell, you were there to hold my hand and support me and  get me back on my feet.

Even today, when I falter between right and wrong, I am able to reap the values and benefits of the priceless gems you imbibed in me.

No doubt, I have added a lot to my collection of gems, in the form of different experiences and have learnt a lot in and from life. I am able to add levels very easily, without worrying about a collapse and I can do this as the foundation is strong.

Thank you dear parents, for the strong foundation you laid years ago to help me deal with different load bearing structures in life.

This post is dedicated to my dear parents, with all my love 🙂

The Connect.

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I thought, I lost my source file,

My connect to the power that governs the universe, until,

Someone asked me,

What do you do for a living ?

I realized, I breathe to live and I connected to my breath.

An old lady once told me, I like you. I remember you because of your smile and I connected to my smile.

My children tell me, you are the best mother in the whole world and we love you, I connect to the love within me.

I feed a hungry person with some food, I connect to the humanity within me.

I take care of my family and home, I connect to the divinity within me.

I enjoy the sounds  of nature and connect to the music within me.

I rhyme and echo with who I am and what I am, I connect with the silence within me, I connect with the power, I connect with the source to live !!

Writers Block.

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From the days of writing posts in a jiffy, to today, where I have grainy thoughts on what to write…There is a prickle, in my thought process.Willy-nilly, I just open my wordpress interface to unfurl my thoughts on to the canvas of writing my post, and lo, the solitary thought disowns me. I’m in a trance staring at my screen, leaving me in a lurch to write a good post, which I haven’t done in a while. I am forced to recite – I am facing the Writers Block.

I have written this post using the prompts for the past week !!