Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Some Memories

The Memory palace that each of us build is a castle of time.However some events leave an impact for a long time.The bitter and happy are the phrases used but the visual and kinesthetic representation make an image unsaid.
The many people you meet are just the faces of crowd but there are certain meets that you wish to see again ,to build a new set of memories with, but uncertainty comes in way.

Here is a poetic representation of that state of mind..

 The Black and White is an ace,
 Throw the card to know the face!
 You build a castle of palace,
 Here comes a blow down the face!
 No! memories of it shall remain,
 Walking ahead to talk of pain!
 The bitter truths are the spades,
 Of how things can turn the way!
 It takes a toll of strength to let it go,
 The memories that harm like foe!
 Some memories that you want to erase,
 Walk in hand while they fade....

-SSW

Monday, March 11, 2019

Being Amoeba...Does it help?

Sometime it's difficult to move in time.When you have everything and yet nothing.The plans and thoughts take a whip to not go in hand.But Life is all about uncertainties.
I don't understand why people build wall of blocks and let concreteness take a rise.One has to be flexible.What i always prioritize is my principles,the one above all is to treat humans the way i want to be treated i.e humanity.That's what my religion reflects.However i have come across people who have strict way of living.I wonder does it go on.Life is simple and unpredictable.It's wise to live in the moment,to enjoy the little joys and move with the flow.
And what about challenges,the path most difficult and unexplored.Its exciting to move in a direction that is unclear but it all tosses down to choices.
Somebody rightly says life is mystery,indeed it is one.The more you try to define it,the more you will contradict your own statements.This is what i have meticulously observed.
So how do we go about it..!
Well i believe,be an amoeba....






Flexible and easily adaptable.

Easy to say but difficult to implement.Well even i am not a perfect amoeba but yes i idealize it in many ways.



Be stuffy and flexible,take a shape in any role i.e get accommodated.It will avoid a lot of chaos.

Not spotted everywhere but can easily stay anywhere.There is no need to be there at every place.Be present when required but at the same time easy to gel with.

Live and enjoy,look at amoeba how stress free is the living, A difficult deal may be :/ 

The size range of ameboid cells vary and they don't care!

Well i believe amoeba carries no ego,always down to earth ;> A lot to learn.

The food sources of amoebae vary. Some amoebae are predatory and live by consuming bacteria and other protists...
Interesting!....Shouldn't we think of it...But no we drink only filter coffee and thrive on keto diet! :D 

 So in this journey of uncertainties,imbibing these traits can sort a lot of unnecessary hustles.
And to top we are humans ,highest rank of species,rest can be managed!


-SSW

Wednesday, March 06, 2019

The Reflections


Glancing through the ripples of life,
I see what gives me back in time!
Not the mirror that says I am fine,
But the broken glasses to read those lines.
Unheard and unsaid to the mystique around ,
I feel the silence that grows  profound.
What reflects back is loud to me,
Speaking a lot of the locks and keys.
Difficult to decipher the chamber of it,
What stays behind is the reflections within.
-SSW

Sunday, March 03, 2019

The cliff of life

The difficult cliff of a girls life,
Is to leave behind her present life.
To start a journey in somebody's present,
To move in a direction off laden!
What accounts for being a girl you know,
The society and the many sacrifices of lows.
Her wings and desires to fly so high,
Seeks the steadiness of many rise!
Her happiness and wishes to grow,
Seeks the movement of many brows!
The grit of facts is beyond my thoughts,
I can't solve the puzzle of blocks.
It's difficult to stand on this cliff,
I want to move back to my zenith.

-SSW

I stopped Writing...

Why i stopped writing and then withered down with no words to carve  on the narrations of  so many perspectives At times it is therapeutic a...