#poetryisbeautiful
……with memories being a problem………
That’s how I’ll be living now, with memories being a problem.
The real problem is that, those memories hit harder than anguish,
for those were the purest and deceased the anxiety within.
For me it was what I thought,
Raindrops on the head,
With feet in a pool full of regrets and imprecise notions.
Hair oiled with pity and hands trying to let go the grip over the weakened knees.
As I sat there the pool seemed to be a teal coloured ocean,
Exactly the way I considered small things to be a signal of perpetuity.
Finding happiness in little things seemed to be a lot more different than the delusion of glorifying other little things.
Never thought that memories could takeaway a lot from me, but they did, cause I let them.
Hindering on the soft wet sand I affirmed, with the inner voice loud and clear.
“Too much has been taken,
Too much is yet to be gone,
Too much is yet to be received,
Let this seep in, with fluidity and peace,
For you are all by yourself with expectations modest or none.
Love,
A🏵️
A longing like this…
Nature is therapeutic! Period.
Dancing and meditating in the lap of mother nature is a personal newfound therapy. At some point, all I’ve been able to discover is that the feet which bang against the floor and jump and sore heights need the racing waves of the sea water to run over them and remind me their worth. The eyes that tell stories need the soft sunlight peeping through the leaves of tall trees. The arms constantly at work need to splash water in the air and feel the strength regaining slowly and persistently. The soul which knows that I am tired, is now constantly helping me find beauty in the simplest of creepers hugging the trees and the smallest of streams creating music with the silence and inner chaos. All that is within has been washed and gone with the breezes and the waves and all feels green.
This too shall pass!!
The phase will pass away, leaving the good and bad imprints on the person and the personality. The goodness will be reflective in the actions and decisions, and the disgrace in giving up! So make sure that disgrace is never highlighted or emphasized upon!
At times one wants to do something good without doing anything and that results into the loss of creativity and development. Do all that it takes to get what you want and you’ll have what you wanted along with the experiences and lessons which will walk with you and climb every step with you to amplify your journey with memories good and bad and spirits always lofty post the storm.
~aditi ab.
Poetry is beautiful
I lay there watching the moon sink upwards into the clouds and that very much sums up my thought process on bleak days.
The beauty that resided before the rinderpest has now been taken over by merely explicit thoughts.
I do not know how to deal with those, so all I do is jot each and every word that comes to my mind, rearrange those and get the answer as to what is happening in my mind.
And that’s why poetry is beautiful.
When no one knows what a silent mind fosters, it’s the poetry which brings out the prudence and iffy in me.
~aditi ab.
Thought and Penned 