The Demons inside Us

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Demons, heart, indside, love, monsters, soul, understanding

Sometimes we do not understand our own attitude. Or we do but we are too busy fighting our inner demons to be able to handle the one we start appearing on the outside.

Something has to come our way to make us feel good or at least better to change that moment growing into a habit. And if it does, then it can stop us from becoming harsh towards the very people we yearn for; stop us from being indecisive and judgmental towards the very people we care for; stop us from being mean and cruel or indifferent towards the very people we crave for.

I hope, each of us gets lucky each day with at least one such happy moment for us to help not lose our loved ones to our innocent tired gone wicked minds.

~ Purvi Petal

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Often ~

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adulate, alive, change, feel, God, heart, miracle, often, people, smile, soul, understand

Often, you see, the problem with me is that I over-adulate. And that I often fall short of words in my long pourings of praise. I also tend to over-indulge, in people. And then I more than ponder and procrastinate. On how to make them smile more and more, have them pleased more randomly, laugh every now and then because of me and maybe, infact surely feel good and better about their life.
Then, they relax. Let go of inhibitations. Try to ‘open’ me more. Begin taking me for granted. Start treating me like a doormat. Believe they are God, meant to uplift me from the dungeons of doom with crevices of depression. Wipe the smile off my face each time I do coz they wish to saw me with their rants. They do that and ask me why i am such a sissy as to end up crying.
Their images of me claw into my soul and their seething words bite into my slow & fast beating heart, getting etched onto the singeing flesh of my memory, burning down my feathers of hope with their acrid-caustic pukes of selfish suppositions, suggestions and expectations while they cut, chop, scrunch and pin my tiny desires after flagging them down and tattoing their labels onto them.

And then they tell me I dont smile at all. That my attitude is such a problem. And that I am so stubborn, i don’t want to try a change, be a change, bring a change.
And then I withdraw. I become silent, stoic, shell-like. Breathing, bleeding inside. All because I wanted to make them smile. Touch their skin to make it jump. Alight the spark in their eyes. Make their jaws hurt with laughter at times. Feel their heart, make it sparkle like their teeth. Reach their soul. Seep into them, run in their system. Bring alive their lives. ‘Change‘ it enough to make them break their walls.
And all I end up with is turning inside, apparantly aloof and unreachable, confusing and misunderstandable, enigmatic and reclusive, perishable. I go quiet, almost till forever, till the time God decides to bring in another miracle.

Music To The Soul

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deaf, earphones, hear, listen, music, plugging, pretence, silence, soul, sound, tone, volume, zero

Honored, Delighted, thrilled to have won the Outstanding Poet’s Award, courtesy~ Jingle’s Thursday Poets rally And Jingle Poetry!! Cheers 🙂 I nominate Jamie Dedes, Shelli, Ina, Olivia, Sina Saberi, Mihir, Vinay, A B Thomas, SomeOne Is Special and Jingle 🙂

The blue jay
in the month of may
just wanna be quiet
Don’t wanna speak
dont wanna talk
I am too tired.

Plugging in the ear-phones
volume-music at zero tones
I lose the world to silence.
My Silence(s).
My codes of silence(s).
My pretences of silence(s).

The 500 Buck Temptation

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500, bargain, book, cafe, charity, cofee, download, food, hungry, miserable, note, penny, rupee, saree, satisfaction, shopping, soul, sponsor, video

“Hey! What is it that here I find
After my day’s toil & grind?”

A crumpled soiled wisp but crisp piece
Green but on touch doesn’t feel like leaf

“My Goodness! A 500 Rupee note?
How much in a day’s happiness it denotes
Out with friends at Cafe Coffee Day
Or a movie for two shall make way?
Or will it accommodate my week’s mobile bill
maybe, a new lipstick shall give me thrill
Why waste money on buying encyclopedia
An online book download is a better idea
What about that new pair of pepe jeans
With double the amount more thrown in?
Nah! A stiletto heels or a cotton Saaree
would be certainly be a bargain better..”
And so it continued to remain a perplexing matter 😐

Suddenly something caught my eye, advertised on TV
A child suffering a rare disease, a charity plea
It clutched my Heart to see his miserable condition
And though this meagre amount was hardly a contribution
Yet, I got the better of me, shelled out all
To pitch in with every other of my savings penny
together with that Went this extra bit of free money
I am happy the contribution went for a good cause
Every other idea was not worth a second pause
Especially the soul now felt satisfied for being so far-sighted
My heart at peace with this rendition, contentedly delighted !

Wrote as an answer to this vid: 500 (YouTube)
“http://www.youtube.com/v/M0XTPSYdP08&hl=en&fs=1”

The Journey..

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beam, Dreams, flew away, fragment of soul, illusion, Journey. he her, Reveries, soul, soulmate, time, twin soul, Visions

Tears roll down his eyes
And He cries a million suns
His heart’s afire
But Soul lets him shun
He wants to touch his lady
so close to Him she seems
Yet when he reaches out
As an illusion back to him it beams.. 😦
’tis his own reflection,
He realizes in some time;
Fragment of the soul that once flew away..
Returns to reconnect back with time.

~ Pυɤνȋ

 “If , in the beginning, there were so few people on the face of earth, and now there are so many, where did all those new souls come from?” The answer is simple. In certain reincarnations, we divide into two. Our souls divide as do crystals and stars, cells and plants.

Our soul divides into two, and those souls are in turn transformed into two and so, within a few generations, we are scattered over a large part of the earth.

We form part of what the Alchemists call the Anima Mundi, the soul of the world; the truth is that if the Anima Mundi were merely to keep dividing, it would keep growing, but it would also become gradually weaker. That is why, as well as dividing into two, we also find ourselves. And the process of finding ourselves is called love. Because when a soul divides, it always divides into a male part and a female part.

In each life, we feel a mysterious obligation to find at least one of those soul mates. The greater love that separated them feels pleased with the Love that brings them together again.

But how will I know who my soul mate is? 

By taking risks. By rising failure, disappointment, disillusion, but never ceasing in your search for love. As long as you keep looking, you will triumph in the end.”

~Paulo Coelho (Brida)