A curious human & an eternal student with a tendency for verbal carnage. Writing is something I thoroughly enjoy doing and sharing, and I hope to dazzle or rather minutely entertain with my words.
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Strength, It’s a thing of beauty. It hides in a smile, On the face of those Fighting battles and demons, Unknown and unseen to us. It shows it’s fiery self, In the face of hardship, injustice and suffering, When there’s no more tears, But only the weight of fears. It makes itself felt in tears, When the weight of the world Bears you down, and wears you out, And crushes your dreams. While your world, Is spinning out of control, It comes in the form of words and a hand, To hold yours, To reassure, to reaffirm, That you’re not lost, Never alone. And that you’ve always got, A shoulder to lean on, And a place and people to call home.
Fun things happen when you decide it’s time to declutter your room & your life. I stumbled upon a lot of interesting stuff & I have a confession to make. I’m a sentimental hoarder, and it is bloody hard to part with some stuff man! Some of this stuff truly is the equivalent of a time capsule. I kid you not, I can see myself transported back in time to that moment or instance I sat down and wrote whatever it is that I wrote. I wouldn’t call it regrets, but I do wish I’d figured some people & things out sooner. Anyhow, through the course of going through stuff this poem was inspired. I hope you all enjoy it, and like always, feel free to share your thots in the comments section down below!
Through Archenemies, Half-truths and whole lies, I survived. Through fearful phases, And memory hazes, I’m alive and all revived. Through gossip columns, Strewn across many page corners, And blank spaces, On word crammed pages, Back in time, To safer and happier places. A smile restored, Wistful and wise, All to aware, Of the battles and journeys, Waiting up ahead To remedy and redefine, The purpose of this life.
Halfway through May & sunlight & warm temps seem to be sticking around a little longer than the last few months. With Spring finally making it’s presence known, I hope it’s been just as inspiring & refreshing for all of you as it has been for me! Thanks for sticking around & reading!
Measured & Weighed
I can’t breathe; Every breath weighed and measured. Sleep, no longer a sanctuary, But a canvas of dreams, Painted in hues of fear, and shades of anxiety.
Title: The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A F*ck
Author: Mark Manson
Rating:4/5 F*cks given
Well this is the 1st book I’ve read this year, and there’s no better way to kickstart one’s reading list than with a self help book. After all, we do strive to be better versions of ourselves on a daily basis, don’t we? So, the first time I saw this book, the biggest thing that got my attention was the title & I was curious about 2 things.
1.What it was about? And,
2. Were people reading it?
So I checked to see if the book was available at the local library & guess what? I was #82 when I put a hold on this book. 3 months later, after I’d forgotten I was on the waiting list, I got a notification letting me know the book was ready for pick-up at the library. All that previously forgotten curiosity came rushing back to me when I picked up the book. Anyway, now that I’m done with the book, I thought I’d share a few of my thots.
Overall, this book was a fun read. I found it to be very practical & logical for most part. Sure there were certain parts of the book & examples used that had me quirking my brow, but I just attributed it to the author being a man-child about certain aspects of life. Here’s the best way I can explain it, sometimes writing about certain subjects or issues takes a certain level of maturity & sensitivity. And in order to be able to do so it takes time & a little more experience. But to the author’s credit, he eventually gets to the point (with regards to those particular sections) despite floundering. But for most part, the brow quirking parts either led to an eye-roll or a chuckle.
Something I absolutely LOVED about this book was how it didn’t keep forcing the ‘Power of Positive thinking’ on to the reader in every chapter or page. If anything, the concept is acknowledged & then left alone. There is a greater emphasis on the ‘Power of Negativity.’ What do I mean by that? Well there’s a great emphasis on how it isn’t just the positive things in life that we should look to for inspiration. We should examine, evaluate and embrace our failures, as well as our negative experiences, because they too create, build & remodel us. I loved the emphasis on embracing your failures & not to disregard them, or weigh yourself down because of them. They aren’t metrics that define or describe you as a person.
So here’s the bottom line, if you asked me, ‘Hey do you recommend reading this book?’ My answer to that question is ‘I HIGHLY recommend doing so.’ Like I said before it’s practical & logical, and most importantly it’s light hearted & entertaining, so really, what do you stand to lose? Worst case scenario, if you don’t like this book at all, you can just embrace the spirit of the book & exclaim ‘What the F*ck was that?!’
So this particular poem was inspired while I was going through the news yesterday morning. And honestly, going through the news these days, there’s more heartbreak and suffering that some people are thriving off of. They would much rather live off of sowing seeds of discord & hate than try and help others out as their equals. However, that doesn’t mean that there is no hope in the world, there is, but sometimes the efforts to bring out a unified front is much harder than a bunch of bullies banding together and tormenting others.
Anyway, that’s about it for my lil’ frustration filled rant. Now, here’s the poem & as always, feel free to leave & share your thots!
With everyone calling for visibility, Just how invisible have we become? When did we forget? That being human, Meant, being one? When did we lose ourselves? When did we divide ourselves? By religion, caste, gender and orientation, And, spewing so much hate. When did we allow one’s suffering, To be another’s victory? When did we let discrimination, Take up so much space? When did we turn into unfeeling beings? Able to withstand so much oppression, And so much violence? When did we settle to be ignorant? And have others make our choices and shape our opinions? What happened to the rebels and explorers, The visionaries, the dreamers, That resided deep within? When did we agree, To be divided, to be boxed in? When did we allow, Fears and insecurities, Of bullies and oppressors, And people in positions of power, To erase our choices, And dictate our futures? When did we prioritize, Nursing bruised egos, And appeasing megalomaniacs, Over peace, harmony and prosperity? When did we allow freedom, To be a fairytale, a myth, And nothing more than a quixotic dream?
Breathe easy, stay still. Their words, their actions, Cuts, burns and stings, Absorb it all, breathe it all in. But most of all, Stay firm, stay strong, stay still. For, this too shall pass, And all that will last, Is you, and your strong and firm will.
Another day, another poem. Thank you dear muse for coming around & inspiring a few words outta me, it’s been a while, but it’s good to have you back! To everybody else, happy reading!
In the blink of an eye, Life will pass you by. In the blink of an eye, You better be ready to say goodbye. In the blink of an eye, Wars are won, Empires crumble, New life stumbles, wobbles, And makes itself valid and present. In the blink of an eye, Hearts beat, hearts break, Hesitation creeps in, And hasty decisions are made. In the blink of an eye, You’re on top of the world, In the blink of an eye, Gravity is your best friend, While your free falling nightmare never seems to end. In the blink of an eye, Poetry is written, In the blink of an eye, Inspiration stems and grows deep within. In the blink of an eye, You’re the nobody, Who unknowingly stumbles into the limelight, To become a household name. In the blink of an eye, You’re the centre of attention, Who fades into the background, And falls from grace. A distant memory, Faded to gray. In the blink of an eye, You may wonder how and why, It all came together, And wonder and ponder, At how it all fell apart. In the blink of an eye, Who you were a moment ago, Is no longer who you are anymore. So stop to smell the roses, Celebrate your victories, Embrace your failures, Feel your tears, Salty and bittersweet. For in the blink of an eye, When all is said and done, Be free, be liberated, From bitterness, from animosity, From the chains and weight of regret.
Maybe one day, Some day, You’ll burn the same way I did, To learn the lessons I learned. Maybe one day, You’ll feel, The cost of actions, The weight of words. Oh who am I kidding, You’ll never learn, You’ll never feel that fire, That raged and burned, Smoldered, smothered and snuffed out, Parts and pieces of me, Unto the point of no return. You’ll never see the scars, Thickened and branded, Upon this tainted soul and heart. Oh indeed, Who am I kidding? For you’d have to be human, To learn, to feel, To rise above it all, To heal, As opposed to the sorry excuse, Of Carbon, Hydrogen and Oxygen, You’ve come to be.
There is a general sense of apprehension, Everyone feigning comprehension. Can’t you feel it? The air, thick with tension? When will we ever learn our lesson? Ever so eager, To create that stellar first impression. We’ve mastered the art of suppression, Pawns turned masters of oppression. How can we talk about liberation? When we live in constant denial, Of our own voluntary subjugation? And constant dissociation, Between mind, body and spirit?