Category Archives: harmony

Shiv-Shakti

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I Am

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I am my life, my happiness, my joy.

My death, my pain, my despair.

 

I am my actions and their consequences.

I am who I chose to be, who I strive to be.

 

I am my own gift, my celebrations.

My fairy, my demon, my boon, my curse.

 

I am my best friend, my worst enemy.

I am my grandest and most disappointing love.

 

I am my dreams come true, my horrifying nightmares.

My conscious, my subconscious, my morals and ethics.

 

I am my best teacher and guide.

I am my explorations, my experimentations.

 

I am the God within me, the spirituality, the salvation.

I am who I am because of the creator who created me…

…with all that I need to be, just the way I need to be.

Trust

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Trust is the essence of a strong mutual bond. Everyone has their own perception of trust. It is difficult to understand and estimate it. The sanctity of a relationship can be easily compromised if there is slightest of breach in trust.

It is not a constant, it is a random variable. The value keeps changing with each action. The action could be the slightest of change in the whole equation.

Trust is also not a bank account where one keeps getting interest on it once it is earned and deposited. The Principal has to be maintained otherwise it keeps fluctuating.

It is like hard earned income, very hard to earn but easily spent or lost if one is not handling it judiciously. One needs to earn it, save it, invest in it, cherish it and finally enjoy it.

Morning Stroll 2

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Amber

A huge amber in the making, fossilized resin with tree inside.

Tree resembling a twig, a leaf, branches resembling veins dried.

Precious gemstone waiting to be formed, valued priceless.

Adorning heirlooms of memories, to be passed on to generations.

But only the resin being the golden orange sunlight, but only the amber our world.

The heirloom a morning cherished and saved, in the locker of our hearts impearled.

 

The morning stroll

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           Photo Credits Go To Zubin Oommen Ittyerah

  Walking hand in hand towards rising hope, welcoming a new day.

   On a road uncluttered and clear made of faith.

   Cool, calm breeze ruffling the hair, could turn into a storm.

   Reminding, urging to be one another’s  pillar of strength.

   Flowers of prosperity blooming, filling the heart with contentment.

   Finding joy in each other’s company, feeling safe.

   Street lights , the guiding lights, like the trust within.

   For life will happen everyday if we have each other.