Imperfect Standards

Ever noticed bubbles on fast moving stream or candle flickering in strong winds! That’s how our life has become amidst this fast paced world. Standing still watching ships sailing in high tide jogs my memory on how a little girl used to make paper boats and fake waves to test its survival. Fancying those thrills life happened and the boat became ‘she’ herself. Inside the boat there are people restful doing their piece of work. One pumps dreams, the other drives them. They fall, they strive, they fight and stand, yet the boat stays firmly dedicated betwixt all roughs and tumbles. Sounds of back stream hitting the shaft and ship whistles fading in the blue like dims of ice cream and school bells in the ears… How can she not miss her dockyard? She is sailing from ports to harbors but that’s not the destination – the place she’s come from. The flashbacks wind-up at her on how she got assembled with grains of love, struggles and mettle. Ships were made with hands back then; awa...

Anxiety is like a mountain which we carry but we need to understand that, this mountain is supposed to be climbed and not be carried anymore. A short poesy dedicated to anxiety… An ailment isn’t anxiety, it’s just that an anxious mind is more connected with the deity. The life breathes 24 hours a day and every next morning is a new play. A tiny pain cites the whole life in vain, and a little glory wipes out all that bane. Every-day the new-life falls after a goal, life with anxiety is a strife on the whole. They know they’re the best and stands nowhere the rest, yet all who comes in their way to success- is their anxious mind that works faster and brings distress. Waiting for the result every second seems as being bitten by a bee, where everyone else says “patience is the key”. She undertakes a continuous interaction of her mind with the soul, no she’s not a cuckoo! Just stop pulling that troll. He thinks a lot and fears the wrong, oh come on! ...

Before you start to read this article, I want you to close your eyes and think about your first dream in life. Tough! Scrupled! Yeah right... In this fast paced World and ambiguous states of mind, the chastity of your conscience is lost somewhere. Ever wondered why small babies smile while sleeping! It’s not because angels come and make them laugh. It’s because their feelings are awake. Do you know what’s that single thing which we do every day in-fact every time! We would say we talk, drink, eat, chat, etc, etc. But do we really wrap our minds around the fact that there’s one thing which we do every second and we don’t even realize it. WE BREATHE!! It’s ironic in today’s scenario though, coz’ we are just inhaling and exhaling. Our mind is so busy pondering about the diplomacies and politics around, that we don’t pay attention to the beautiful gift God has bestowed upon us- “Our Life”. If now you can think of your first dream then smile... You’re little dreamer is still b...