The Saline Mischief !

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Gestating in my heart, in my eyes you lay,
Lasting on my cheeks, on my lips you fray.
Comporting the tales of gray and gay,
The tears dance in pain and love, any way.

As though the moon, in my eyes you wax and wane
I beg your pardon……………, why do you drain?
You imbue me to the core, like a fervid rain
Devising me sane, and so insane, again.

My trusts, dreams and ruth you reflect
Of course, my insecurities so disgust.
Mouthing my scathe, my tongue has slept
Giving no voice, you flow silent and perfect.

Of compassion and sympathy you speak,
Ever on your toes, to disgorge for the meek.
To satiate, my worked up voids you seek
Of longing and loss, so bleak.

You are the river in which I drown
And the bridgework in my emotive town.
You are the epitome of my tacit mourn,
Purifying to the brim, and boldness I adorn.

Of my soul, you embody the antiquity,
The sanctified and unspeakable nobility.
You prompt me of my blanked out ability
And I compass the shoring of my divine stability.

I ramble in the stinging deserts of heart, aloof
Alike an aplomb, you en-grain in me, a gravid relief.
Empty one more time, beef up my belief
Flood in one more time and enact the saline mischief!

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Hate The Hatred – The forgiveness way!

Right from the time when the hatred takes its first breath in you, your ears go deaf listening up people enjoining, “Forgive, forgive and just forgive. When you embark on conceiving it for the sake of just conceiving, some more estimable band of mortals animates this to the next level by saying “Forgive and Forget”. I guess I, you, and everyone feel the same way……Forgiving itself is so difficult that Forgetting is just inconceivable.

My belief extended much outside this. I exhausted three years of my life involving myself “Why should I pardon them when they have obtruded so much of pain in me? Why should I take pains to exercise forgiveness? Instead, why can’t they learn not to hurt others? Why should I put all the crusades resting there unused in the world to launder that strong steadied down hatred I have for them when they filled me with that filth to the brim by way of their fallacious deeds and ghosting twits? Why should I attain a habit of purifying myself unremittingly of the grime they hurl at me every time and is this the only job left for me to do?  And so on……..” Time blew over and I observed that few halted throwing the mud at me seeing me cleansed but a huge many turned green-eyed seeing me cleansed exceedingly and threw more mud at me. When few stopped for a while, I felt like practicing it a bit more. However, when the rest exhibited the real them, I lost. At that juncture, only once thing tenanted my whole mind space, “WHY CANNOT PEOPLE WITHSTAND MY HAPPINESS?”

A humble and noble monk explicated that nursing the hatred in me; I am nullifying my own good. I am making myself lose by creating the hollowness in me and hollowness can never channel any strength to anything or anyone. The people who cause you to suffer pay no heed to what you are going through and just enjoy their life passing on further. However, the victim looks back every second to brood and relive the experience – slugging oneself in the VIRTUAL PAST, devoid of what the real past wanted to teach, what the present is manifesting into and what good the future will hold for. I started hating and just hating………..What????????? Yes. I started hating the hatred the forgiveness way. I gradually grew a muscle not to resist hatred but to overcome it. The more I resisted the more it persisted. Therefore, I regained the strong muscle by way of complete forgiveness.

Love Looks Forward,

Hate Looks back,

Anxiety Has Eyes All Over Its Head.

Therefore, do not look back or sideways. Just look forward for all the good life has to offer you.

Now, let me introduce you to my humble and noble monk- the good old monk was none other than my only Heart. I am sure it is and will be my forever-personal guidance.

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