Balanced

Narrate with a neutral laugh over the past … is called maturity.
Bitter, batter, better, beginning, bragging, boring or bestowed ….

 

Holding off from speaking is incapability to digest it.

Not laughing about it reflects you are senti.
Appreciating its richness shows you are sliding in to a negative cycle.

Bottom line is people busy enjoying present and shaping future never get time for any of the above.

Smiling

Rocked, shocked and docked by little happenings bothersome.

Nothing too bad or significant.

Before the thought “Why does this happen to me only?” could complete, I had an explanation. When I am a teeny weeny tweet of god in this world that he totally owns and also a source that I cannot judge to be right or wrong, where do I stand the question or command what God can do with me?

A soul sick of feeling sick.

A determination to show nothing but a smile originating from my heart…..
With a dimple on my cheek, deep enough to sink all the debris trying to ruin my smile.
Soaking up the slippery for others gives a sense of satisfaction though they may not worth it.

Why? Where is the Basic?

What does it take for a human to behave a human before behaving a male/ Female, Son/ daughter, actor/ doctor, person in a specific religion/ caste/ creed/ society?

Though I know the answer “humanity”, I find it hard to abide to! Mortified and mortifying I live sometimes so ashamed even to ask an apology. I see it missing everywhere around.

 

Heavy hearted

A viscous circle of living

A time when you feel
Feel like sitting down with knees bent.
Knees bent and legs pulled close …..
With A feel of protecting self and trust nothing.
I wish to wear steel armour.
A portion of a dish to indulge in.
A little space to stand firm and speak to the sky and waters.