It all began with a wish
of being rich, wealthy, powerful
But where did it end?
was it a happy ending?
How would I know
I was blinded by the greed
Thinking one day I will have enough,
enough for me to fulfill that one wish
but did that ever happen?
No, because I perpetually kept asking for more
Little did I know that this would be a drug
A drug that would be the end of my happiness
Because no matter how much I get I want more
It is when I encountered a jovial man
I asked, “how much is it that you have to have such glistening eyes?”
To which he replied with content
“I am not rich, but I am satisfied”
Only then I realized I had fulfilled the wish
for which this all started long back
The only thing that wasn’t fulfilled was my greed.
“a meal consisting of a buffet of happiness where guests serve themselves with different forms of happiness and as other buffets nourish your body, this nourishes your soul and mind.”
can be severed on a daily basis for healing, celebration, etc
table manners include:
1. Prayer to be recited everyday
“My happiness depends on me not on others
If I choose to keep myself happy nothing can change that
I REPEAT NOTHING CAN CHANGE THAT”
2. Remember Don’t let anybody else’s plate change your choice
(don’t get influenced, your preference and taste is different)
3. It is your plate/bowl!
( Don’t let anyone else decide what and how much to consume)
4. Always tip the person who serves you happiness
(Gratitude and generosity are the best way to pay off)
Does taking this risk scare you? What about the one you take everyday? Remember that time when you were really exhausted, came back home all tired and fell asleep on the couch? Did that not involve risk of the building falling down? you never know, but does that make you live on ground forever? Everything you do involves risk just the amount of it changes. When that was worth taking why is this not?
TAKE THE RISK, embrace it and wear it like you wear your favourite perfume and even if you fail, still love it because you loved it for once.
-An advice from a father to a daughter
They told me love was how a father loved his daughter
How a mother loved her son
How Jack loved Rose
I wonder why nobody told me how my soul loved my body
How my eyes shed tears when my soul was hurt
How my lips smiled when my soul was happy
How my eyes glittered when my soul shone
I wish I was taught my type of
self love stories
-Self love is also romance
I often hear people say “We should live each day like it’s our last”
By this they mean we must live freely but isn’t it true that we can live it freely because we know it’s not our last day and we have ample of time? Had we known that it is our last last day would we still have the courage to live it in the same way? Would we still keep the smile of our face and the sparkle in our eyes?
Not everyone is ANAND.
ZINDAGI BAADI HONI CHAHIYE LAMBI NAHI
(One’s Life should be big not long )
MAUT TOH EK PAL HAI
(Death is just a moment)
PC: Neha Sansare
There will be times when nobody understands you, but in this time you should not stop believing in yourself. Just because they don’t have the caliber to understand you and your opinions, does not make you wrong. Remember how we blamed out maths textbooks when our answers did not match? That is what they are doing, don’t let them put you down.
You are an ART, some people will understand, appreciate, call you a masterpiece, while some will call it a paper with figures and colours. All you need to know is that you don’t need them to believe in you, all you need is you to have faith in yourself.
If they don’t understand what you say don’t stress your throat by yelling for their convenience rather, just walk away.
The one who understands you
PC: Neha Sansare
There will be times when people would work really hard to make you believe that its your mistake, but don’t let them break your spirit I want you to know that you are fine and you’ll always be just because they think you are mistaken does not make you wrong or sick. There are many mouths but not all are worth listening to, so don’t let them make you believe that you are wrong.
You were not born to please everyone because only doormats are capable of doing so. Don’t let them make you believe that magic does not exist just because they feel so, because you know you posses it. Don’t empower them by giving them the control of your feelings, they can’t decide how you are supposed to feel about yourself.
You are a rebel and no rebel was praised by people until history was made. Don’t you ever doubt yourself just because they do so. Don’t be scared you have been alone and hated before, so don’t you worry, little rebel you’ ll survive this too and they’ll soon get tired but I know you won’t.
The rebel in you.
Dear Teenage Love,
Thank you for making me think if menstruation was like love because it caused the same mood swings, cravings and pain like you did but unlike you it made me go through this only once a month, also it comes with an expiration date after which it stops making attempts to come back to me like you did. I shall get over the pain and anxiety caused by it like I did after you were gone.
Thank you for making me understand
real your meaning of love.