Category Archives: Perception

Stairs to the moon

When you help them build stairs to the moon,
And you think you all are going together and reach up soon.
But you forget one important thing,
The wooden staircase could take only one person at a time.

So they climb up, leaving you behind.

You thought we’ll all stand together, once we reach.
But a lesson did they teach?

But momma said always help people, be kind and generous,
Don’t say I, but worry about the  ‘Us’.
But momma didn’t know that people no longer care,
They get what what they want, and do not do fair.
They forget your help or the days they needed you,
The one who made the stairs and was left behind by you.

I laugh in despair, that momma when they had reached up,
At least they didn’t break the stairs,
I should have believed they never cared.

But momma you never told me that I had to be little selfish,
All I did was share and share until things got finished.

I should have kept some things for myself in this world,
Days after days things got more swirled.
I got infuriated by all this muddle,
I was left alone, with no one to cuddle.

I cried, I shouted, I screamed.
For God, what bad have I done,
that I could not get to my dream.

I vowed to not help people anymore,
Not be kind or generous, or helping a sore.
I saw the world through a broken glass,
I was drawing myself away from the mean class.

But deep in my heart, I believed,
That the one who’s the strongest, and kindest,
Then success, happiness all you achieve!
I knew how to build those stairs, so I did it again,
I learnt from experience, I grew from that pain.

I reached even higher than they can imagine ever,
And they were back in news telling me clever.
Oh fools, I thought, what have you done,
You never knew there’s a difference between a planet and the sun!

But one thing all we must learn from now,
Look for real people, because it’s a fake town.
Share only with those who’re worthy of that gift,
The people, who are there and never split.

And you need to give yourself, is your help first,
So that you climb up the moon, with the stairs you trust.

Be kind, sincere and fearless,
Because you’re special, and you’re no less!

 

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Have you ever heard silence?

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.”
― Rumi said.

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn?
Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends?
Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked,
Or the hush of a country road at night,
Or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak,
Or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house?

Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”

Lately I’ve begun to realize that one can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension of it’s own.
When words are empty, equations doesn’t matter anymore. But it’s always difficult to keep shut or use the right amount of words.

  • First theory.

    The biggest challenge after success is shutting up about it. There are two secrets to success, one choose your words wisely, second I won’t tell you. Successful people tend to speak the right amount of words required, for only people intelligent enough can identify what’s relevant to be said and what’s not. Giving more information is not only harmful but might communicate a wrong idea.

    Say, if I’m chatting too much with my boss, he might think I’m interested in him beyond work. Or a cheesy salesperson may blabber out too much information, in a way nagging out the customer.

    Also in relationships, it’s important to understand the other person’s silence more than only words. Sometimes, in the middle of a disagreement with her husband or to avoid one, she’ll call time out. If she don’t pause long enough for a walk or a sitting meditation to reflect on what’s really going on, she’s likely to keep blundering with hurtful speech. In silence one has a chance to cool down, assess the situation, examine one’s own motivations, and consider what words will help heal the rift.

  • Second Theory.

    Speech pauses are the finest tricks of oratory since time immemorial. And the If you do it right, nobody is conscious of your pauses, but your ideas are more persuasively delivered. As white spaces add breathe to a paper full of words, speech pauses are necessary for verbal communication.

    For example:

    We were married ten years ago [pause] I still remember my first look at her coming up the aisle.Speech pause is an excellent way of delivering emotions. Isn’t it?

  • There’s another theory.

    Would you find it uncomfortable to go on a date and sit in silence for an hour because you had only recently met your companion? What would you think if after returning home from several months’ absence your parents and relative didn’t speak to you for several days? Can you imagine working on a four-person cattle crew for several days without being introduced to or speaking with one of the other members, who you did not know?

    Although these situations seem unusual to us, they are considered appropriate among the Apache. Although it seems natural to us that when people first meet introductions are in order and that when friends and relative reunite greeting and catching up will immediately follow, this is not the case for all cultures. There’s a study which investigates certain aspects of silence in the culture of the Western Apache of east-central Arizona.It is not the case that a man who is silent says nothing. – the Apache culture believes.

  • Finally I’d like to highlight the importance silence holds, spiritually. Silence soothes the harried soul.

    Maybe because I can talk up a storm, I love, even crave, silence. I feel safe in it. I know I won’t blurt out something foolish or harmful, something I’ll be sorry for. She said.

    It is in the womb of silence that we can grow ideas for the best course of action to take. They say it helps us use our personal resources judiciously. Talking expends energy and takes up time. One requires to identify inner knowledge one has, rather than looking for places to go for. The way in is through inside.


You can surely fool people by your words, but not by your silence. In fact, silent is one’s loudest cry.

IT’S TIME TO GIVE UP WORDS AND HEAR SILENCE.

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Let’s talk #1

I attended a conference today on public speaking by Mr. P, I was so motivated by it that I came to a conclusion. Have a read.

What do you want to become? What is your dream? How do you see yourself 5 years down the line?
Big questions. Aren’t these? Yes absolutely!

So let’s talk. Let’s talk about dreams, aspirations, hopes.
These are complicated and yet fascinating questions. But have you really thought about it ever?
What if one doesn’t know what’s his or her dream? Is his life finished?

No. If one doesn’t where to go, you’ll eventually reach the place you want to be. Because things will move in right order themselves. But how? There’s a simple answer. Because you know what not to do. Thus you won’t waste time unnecessarily. All you need is to dream big, continuously thrive for change and creativity in anything and everything you do. Keeping up the passion towards work and life and maintaining balance between the two is important.

Just trust the process.
Once you board the right bus at the right time and sit in  the right seats you’ll end up at the right destination. It’s not when you’ll choose but not choose the wrong ones and be left with the right one.

So don’t choose but reject the wrong ones. Someone is always there to help you, and that’s you yourself. Got it? In this process, one day you’ll end up where you are meant to be.

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The Right One

KOI NO YOKAN
(n.) The sense upon first meeting a person that two of you are going to fall in love

Does that happen?
Yes, it does, she said.

Sometimes when you meet someone,
like a wind passing by, and the scent it left.
Like someone played an old song,
reminding you of the old times,
Or someone brewed coffee,
Or turned pages from an old book.
Like a trace of someone’s perfume,
which brings pain in the knees.
But you won’t tell.

LA DOULEUR EXQUISE
 (n.) the heart wrenching pain of wanting affection of someone unattainable

Is that pain real?, he said.
Real. she replied.

i t h i n k i m a d e y o u u p a n d n o w y o u a r e g o n e

Yes.You might have a homesickness for a home, to which you cannot return back,
Or you have never been to. People, places and memories! Those you miss, don’t exist anymore.
For the irony of pain is that, you let the same person you love, hurt you over and over again.
And the beauty of the situation is that, you want to be comforted by the same person who hurt you.

Having perfected our disguise,
we search for a person we can’t fool.

Someone who loves you for what you are,
not what you look.

May the fairy tales be true.
Let their be magic!

When you want to come out,
of the shell, like a seed.

When you are back as a child,
with the one who completes,

as the missing piece,
from the puzzle of your life.

Or whispers the missing notes,
to your incomplete song.

Because, may be,
you have to love the wrong person,
once or twice,
to be thankful for the right one.

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Canvas

Canvas

It’s been a long while.

The artist has been painting snapshots from life.
To our surprise, the artist is struck somewhere.

“Everyday I get a new response,
A view from another direction.
I don’t know it’s your mind, soul, heart or you itself.”

It’s changing like seasons.
Everyday a new color added to the canvas!
This leaves the artist with questions, to which she can’t find answers.

“I keep sketching the portrait, started a year ago…”, she said.
Haven’t erased a stroke yet, but adding fresh ones.
Searching for coherency, searching for that familiar face.

The hues are scattered, the corona is spotless.
The picture seems to be muddled in itself.

“Why do you do this!?
Can’t it be more simple?”

This was a poem depicting emotions of an individual who’s trapped
within his or her conscience between right and wrong.

Thoughts on this? Help her out!