Have you ever wondered
At the bliss of solitude?
To be speaking to your own mind,
And listening to your soul?
When the city sleeps,
And downpour drenches the concrete,
I knock my heart awake
And hear its words through the beat…
As bewitching as the wonders of the world,
Is the moment when my own bond,
The heart, mind and soul –
Entwined together in a connection so electric,
That pierces my very being –
Unfolding desires from deep within,
And transpiring a moment of truth,
As a profound experience burns through…
Hi everyone! Hope you’re doing good on a Monday. It’s quite some time that I posted something in Monday Moods, you can blame it on the busy weeks that I’ve been through. I have been looking forward to share this with you – the power of solitude. As much as we may be called social animals, a serenemoment of solitude can sometimes be pure bliss. 🙂
Hi everyone! Hope you had a good start to the week. 🙂 I have been pondering for a while on the three magic words that school taught us back in childhood – Please, Thank youand Sorry. These were what we practiced all our childhood, or you can say, until we faced the real world. To me, this was more or less like a value-system imbibed deep in me. If we could delve deeper, we would realize these are not mere words. These are pretty powerful ways of communication – powerful not in a dominant way, but rather reflection of decencyand politeness.
While it holds true that we seldom say a “Thank You” to the ones pretty close to our heart, an occasional expression of Gesture could always bring a smile on their face. Now isn’t that valuable enough? “Please“, on the other hand makes its way through to most of our daily bustle quite frequently. It is only apology, expressed universally in 5 syllables of “sorry”, that is shrouded by the veil of ego which rarely finds a place in our conversations. This is more common in our personal lives, because most of us are sensible enough to use it to our convenience in our professional lives.
What’s in a sorry after all?
We all are different, and none is like the other. It’s the difference that binds the world in a nutshell. I have often noticed that miscommunication paves the way for misunderstanding, leading to a disgruntled self and hoards of frustration. While some of us are extremely capable of deftly handling such situations, some can only barely manage it. To me, the best way out is to let go and forget. This is important for our own inner peace which is disturbed with ongoing internal conflicts among various emotions.