SOUL TALKS

 LOVE                                

                                                       

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“Love is surrender”. “Love is care”. “Love is sacrifice”. “Love is selflessness”. “Love is all about pain”. “Love is unconditional”. “Love has no religion” and quotes are endless. People take love as per their notion and acceptance rules. To some it becomes walking talking dictionary of words on love. Are you surprised? Are you thinking that I am going to wrap the very word wearing attire of deception? No, for me “Love is convenience these days.”

You are in love, right? Let’s measure its force in your life. You have fallen in love recently and now trying to woo your partner. You text to your partner on one of the social sites,” Without you my days are nights and nights are days.” Your partner feels at the top of world. The technological heart pops up on the screen. Your technological loving efforts become part of FB messenger or what’s app chats. Love feeling words are read within lines. Your sacrifice in love is all about blocking some not very accepted friends by your partner and using social sites which he/she doesn’t approve. Replying back immediately getting message, talking for hours and sending best of images has become utmost care and source of joy. Your partner gets angry technologically by switching off the gadget. You pine and crave and miss his/her by becoming machine at machine. Love has become convenience in expressions and intensity.

Love tiffs over catching you online till midnight not with your partner but someone else take a turn of apologising and seeking pardon for days and night chats. No ego, you know. How blissful?

The time of writing love letters by pouring your heart full of passionate love has been taken over by “Google search Love letters”. Its softness is all about abbreviating the emotions and feelings attached to it in text messages. Its privacy has confined to thousands of minds working behind the technological set up. Love has squeezed itself to electronic gadget you are carrying and updating it as status on your FB wall. “ In complicated relationship”, “ In love”, “ Engaged”, “ Not single anymore” and these are not the only ones, expressions keep floating every third day rather in some cases every third hour, the most convenient way to let the world know about your love.

The most comfortable zone in this technological love is “Virtual Meetings”. Just Skype and distance will not be a hurdle at all. The plus is your date is not controlled by heavy restaurant bills, expenditure on gifts, nice looking attires, accessories and commuting expenses in its preliminary stage. Who has the time to run around trees and sing love songs or sit in parks to be absorbed in its existence? After all, all those are outdated and unconventional these days. Who wants eye contacts and real smiles on the face when there is variety of smiles on innumerable images of emoji in your gadget?

Love effects of sleeplessness are to getting awake and chatting with other friends and groups. After all you have to spend quality time with rest of the social relations. You can do it easily with your love talks with your partner and amazingly without letting him/her feel ignored. After all love means spending lots of time with each other and this way it’s so easy, as easy as falling in love.

Flirt in love too is effortless. Just two windows and the game of flirtation is on, provided your partner has not geeked on you. Do you think I am counting the blessings of “Technological Love”? Read within lines and translate its curses. Convenience is not wrong but its application is wrong. Breathe love in its beauty from head to toe. Mechanical love is short lived and full of impulsive feelings. It blindfolds you to land up in wrong love decisions and relationships as well.

One apple was eaten by Eve and we got that curse as legacy, and one apple is part and parcel of our life which would be inherited by our children. Give a deep thought over it.Experience love in its chaste being and not in its guised face and feel it’s convenient permanency in your life.

Sangeeta Sharma

Soul Talks

ACHE THAT PAINED    

                                                                

He digested his unseen tears. He was not to show his inside struggle, as he was a man. He plodded on the road which was dismal and dark. Thousands of images were crashing and making noise in his mind. The shadowed tree under the spell of starry night became his soul mate in concealing his ache, the ache of love for professional upliftment.

He entered in his house which would not be his in another two weeks. He saw at his wife’s smile less face, as she would be leaving him to drink his ache for lifelong as part of his uncommitted remorse. Things were out of control, as the string was in the hand of his family: family of his wife.

He threw his limp body, with boisterous series of his thoughts of past, into the chair. “Congratulations, Mr. Patel. We are expecting your join on first next month. Meanwhile you start preparing for the project.”

“Thank You Sir!” he chuckled.

He came with his mother’s favorite sweet box in his small cottage. His paralytic father gave birth to smile on his own face after twenty five years of his crippled, dependent and unproductive ailing life. Ayush Patel has seen happiness getting personified in his life that day. His mother’s swelled chest talked million of words of pride for her Son, General Manager: Ayush Patel.

Life on roll earned him everything what his parents desired and wished for him and kept his welfare in their blessings. He accumulated all materialistic joys and quality time for his parents. Their sacrifice for their son’s success started paying rewards. It was the time when destiny showed its deformity to him.

 “The project you were given has been taken over by Ms. Saloni Yadav, daughter of chairperson”, informed his Director to him.

“I have invested all my knowledge on this project”, he explained.

They were not ready to listen to him. He had to leave the company as his services were not required. He didn’t lose hope until he saw the advertisement in T.V and magazines, “FUND YOUR HAPPINESS WITH OUR CARE.” That was his slogan for his project. He felt deceived but not shattered. He was clear of the exploitation of his skill.

“Hi, Ms. Saloni, this is Ayush.”There was a smug smile on his face. She was not at all surprised. She did not offer him to sit, but he sat confidently in front of her looking straight into her eyes. The culprit in her made her take her eyes away on the door of her office. That was so easy for him to melt her with all her deception. They had a deal, deal of Ache.

He married Saloni’s elder sister, who did not know even a word about love. Arrogance, mood swings and power of money never let them smile. It was relationship of empty togetherness. He started suffocating. He was in deal. He was in a fix. In office his wife’s sister was sucking all his energies by over burdening him and selling part of his male ego each day. At home, his wife’s self absorption separated him from his parents, who shifted to their cottage so that he should be happy. Smile appeared to be her life -long enemy. She became more cranky and loud. His deal was getting out of control for him to handle. Yes, she was his deal.

“You are pesticide in my life, making me hollow. I abhor you”, she shouted at him after throwing vase from the table on the marbled floor. He was looking at her with his expressive serene facial gestures and not retaliating. She was just a deal for him and she too knew that he was sold to her. She was repenting her purchase and wanted to get rid of him. This is what he exactly wanted.

He calmly replied,” You do that life long.” That was taken as a curse by her and five fingers got printed on his cheeks. He smiled. She got more furious. She took iron vase from the cabinet and threw at him. He saved himself from the attack. He still did not lose his temper. She became wilder. She started hitting him with her fist on his chest and tearing his shirt. He was as calm and as composed as quiet rivulet. That was height of patience for her. She called her sister in hustle bustle informing of he being violent and attacking on her. He stood and listened everything smilingly.

His so called family of in-laws did not heard pain beneath his smile. They terminated him from his job and snatched every materialistic gains in the form of capital and assets. He was given two weeks time to surrender whatever he earned. He was jobless, homeless and family less person. Agony murdered his desires to be loved and to grow. All avenues of his progress were sealed. He made nightly strolls with deep contemplation as his routine. His solitude became chronic.

His eyes were getting closed in slumber. He wanted to have a long sleep and merge into inexplicable. Just then a cold hand came on his mantle. He smiled from his soul. He did not lose anything. He left everything and everyone to narrate story of his dry tears of unsaid pain he felt, being unloved, and above all of his sad smiles which he used to wear to conceal his attacked male ego. His untold ache left even pain to be pained.

Sangeeta Sharma

REFLECTIONS

LETTER TO AGE                       

Dear Worldly Wise Age

Hope you are ushering gradually in my life. Today morning only I saw that grey hair peeping out near my ear.Frankly, I was not happy to see you in your first stage.The very color gave me an insight of your effect on receding growth of my molecules, cells and tissues. I call this accumulation of damage as growth as you will grow as time passes by. Should I be happy seeing you growing or should I feel sad finding myself live for less number of days and inviting some latent ailments as unwanted guests? I am in dilemma. 

Its not that I don't feel happy at your arrival as you have made me more mature and sane. With you my metaphysical perceptions have widened too. I feel one with my spirituality and find emotions and sentiments taking practical turn, whose path lead to meeting with almighty. I might not be very religious till now but surely not an atheistic. I have started observing and comprehending with much rectitude and without any prejudice.

You want to embrace me with your firm hands and I run opposite to your hold as mentally I am not ready to be friends with you. Some fear of unknown insecurity grips me tight. Perhaps my adulthood needs more time to develop better quality of imagination, courage to face you and various undesirable things and above all make more choices, which I know at your advent will begin decelerating.My faculties of exploring, dreaming, discovering and  inventing will sit somewhere at the corner of my neuro system. My cognitive skills will start fogging. Even my eyes will have clouded dreams. Your length will clearly be shown on my face, on my cheeks and under my eyes. Still you'll have your beauty in the appreciations and comments I'll start pocketing. You will increase my smiles in pains and subtlety in  unsubtle. You will show me real behind every mask and brutality in the guise of compassionate heart. I know your powers, yet I feel so nostalgic in giving credence to your advent.

Ah! Why I find you so unwelcoming even when I know you are so beautiful in your attribute, though very ugly in your physicality? Why I make faces when you look straight into my eyes to accept the way you are? I will settle all the queries when you bloom, as I know you'll remove all my doubts then. And that's what make me feel excited to welcome you with smile on my face and anxiousness in my heart.

Please come tortoise steps as I believe in famous aphorism," Slow and Steady Wins the Race."

Yours newly born grieved Soul

Sangeeta Sharma

 

SOUL TALKS
Injured Wings,Strong Will      
 Ten long years of brutality was born with compassionate and concerned heart by her for her husband who was a schizophrenic. Not that she was vulnerable and paltry, but her family values had upper hand than her miseries. Her two sons, parts of her flesh cemented her audacity to face all the physical and mental torture imposed on her by destiny.
Running from post to pillar to treat the one who gave her worst treatment was her solo shot, as she had married him as complete man : with his virtues and vices. Social shackles of prohibitions on women were too feeble to stop her zeal to cure the incurable. She was not doing it for herself as she was bestowed with beauty with brains, she was not doing for her sons as she is their pillar, but she was doing it wholly and solely for her other half who required his other half's help, concern and care. She kept  tasting the pain with each passing day injuring the wings of her own personal aims and wishes.
He did not improve. Intensity grew in manly dominance over her. Every physical assault calcified her wifely feelings, but her motherly emotions and her own being boated her to safe harbor. She accumulated all her injuries and started healing by leaving all that was knifing her physically and mentally. Boldly she stood strong willed against time, people, society and values.

Law bowed to her for her endurance, pain and sufferings. She came out with injured wings from that matrimonial alliance which had soiled her all feminine desires of happy married life. Her two sons now become her destination. With her strong will and not taking care of her injured wings she smiled at destiny to over power its powers on her. 
 Through all odds she gathered all courage to be in one to one conversation with time and circumstances to show every one her own identification as bold mother. Her elder son got admission in DTU, Delhi in engineering course, guiding the younger one to follow the legacy. She proved that injured wings can't stop any one to soar high, provided one should have passion and belief in oneself.
The journey has just begun for her to bask in its all pleasures. She has bandaged her dark past with present blessings. She can fly.

Sangeeta Sharma

SOUL TALKS

Making of You                                                                        

We are what we have faced in our lives. Good and ecstatic moments make a happy person of us but sad and painful moments snatch all that is joyous and peaceful in our lives and give birth to turmoil of hardships and nostalgia. The process of our making undergoes a sea change. 

Change is unavoidable facet of life. What exists surely has to grow or decay. Growth is what we welcome but the moment decay starts our making dwindles.We feel restless, frustrated, sad and low. After all change changes the change even. Should it root deep inside in our making to let us feel helpless and vulnerable?

 Any change should not affect us like a blast. The capsule of acceptance must be gulped without waiting for its reaction on the change. After all it would be another change only that would take place.  If we cure ourselves of getting disturbed, we'll through changing in our making mechanism, can win the situation. The making will be easy and as per our traits.

Our making mechanism involves making our vices our virtues, negatives as positives and pain or scars as happy moments and success stories. For an instance, oysters make pearls so that they can feel better. When a grain of sand or debris get stuck in their bodies, they ease the pain and irritation by coating it with multiple layers of nacre, the mineral that lines the inside of their shells, and pearl begins to form. Basically, pearls are like blisters, only much prettier. Thats the making of precious out of painful change.

Our pains, be it physical, mental or at social level, should rub us to shine bright and sparkling than roughing us into shattered souls with loss of morale and deteriorated strength to fight the battle against any change that changes our making. Remember our core values lie in our making of ourselves tough against all that is odd and painful.That lays the solid foundation of " Making of You......Real shiny and precious you."

Be an oyster in your making and let the change be inviting in making you....better you....the best of you.

Sangeeta Sharma

WARM SHADES

Ma 

" You come, I'm just waiting for you." The words hammer these days in my mind, not because of her helplessness to see me next to her but because distance has distanced us enough to even let me go and hug my ailing mother and say consoling words of warmth to remove her insecurity where she thinks that every one would leave her because she is on bed, ailing and losing her memory, mixing words and moving in past and present to and fro.

 Her deteriorated abstract thinking and disorientation to time and space has given her, her childhood stage back. The stage of seeking everyone's attention, obstinacy, weird communication and blabbering. Her all sacrifice as a wife, mother and even other relation has all lost its value. All that is important is her present state-Fearsome, insecure and chaotic. Is this what for we spend our life dedicating and committing to our family, profession and social circle? 

She is lucky to have her kids tightly  clung to her in spite of distance, professional demands and family requirements. Her one painful cry is immediately reacted to with soft words and at times with angry words just like with a small child any elder behaves on his in genuine demands or stubborn behavior. My heart cries to see my tree whose shade I am, withering and drying.

Ma who sacrificed all through her life to see her kids rise and grow from all point of views, still is sacrificing her desire to see her daughter staying miles and miles away and sacrificing her wish to walk to places, sacrificing her slumber over some unknown fear, her beauty for wrinkles, her sanity for ambiguity and her communication for faded and bygone unreachable memories. Alas! her luck for unlucky situation in which shes now...Dementia.

 All around the globe there might be innumerable daughters and sons who might relate this situation as theirs. The pain is same. The tears are same-Saline and transparent, feelings are same-very abstruse and inexpiable, situation is same-clueless and out of reach to handle and yet very different in intensity and control. The very word " Ma" takes all pain away and wipes all tears and controls all uncontrollable and unreachable situations and feelings, even if she herself is declining in managing all these. That's the strength of the word "Ma" which shades us from this storm.

"Ma" is the complete cosmos in itself. "Ma" is the essence of our existence and survival." Ma" is one religion in all religions. " Ma" is one word of infinite words.

'Ma" is only love amongst all hate and " Ma" is the only creator among destroyers. Ma is just Ma-The creator of our little world. 

Sangeeta Sharma

 

Reflections

Why Arguments?

Sometimes we are in a situation where we have to establish our point of view through arguments not because we feel other is trying to demean us but because we feel what we know and have expertise over is taken other way around by the person.We feel our dignity immediately come in defensive mode and there starts exchange of words which gradually changes into heated arguments.

Argument...Literally means exchange of views esp. heatedly plus for or against the reason. Its a hard fact that everybody is entitled to have his or her views.It's his or her right of expression; the fundamental right. Trouble walks in when we meet someone having difference of opinion.The other person thinks his point of view is right and actually it must be as he has got the solid reasons for arguing for his motion. 
Problem is not to be firm with one's own opinion but uneasiness starts when we condemn other's point of view and forgetting about our own. That is the root of an issue. If we have control and grip on our point of view and if we are sure of what we treasure as knowledge than we'll not argue with others.I can illustrate it with an example. There's an apple tree and if some moron comes and starts claiming it to be a mango tree, will it be? It will remain an apple tree no matter what people say, think or throw at it.
If we understand this simple "argument" our communication with people will get simplified. We'll start smiling at the onset of such situations where arguments will take place. 
Saying "no comments" or simply walk out of the situation is not a cowardice but wisdom. After all "Speech is silver and Silence is gold." And glitter of gold can't be argued upon.
When we allow other person present his point of view with acceptance,

question of argument will never arise. I'm what I am. You are what you are. Adding or subtracting with the help of words will not define us, but how we react surely will.
Choice is entirely yours.You want to be you or be what others want you to be .Ball is in your court always.

Sangeeta Sharma

SOUL TALKS

BABY STEPS TO ELEVATOR
He held the mike for the first time in his hands with his heart pumping very fast and his all concentration centered in his inhibition and self doubt. He assimilated all his oratory powers and gave the best speech ever in the school, for which he still owes and feel gratitude for his motivating and inspiring Hindi teacher, Mrs. Ruchika, who gave him chance to showcase his potential. After that there's no looking back for him. He has traveled baby steps to elevator to reach the zenith.


Making was not so easy. He too stumbled many a times when he didn't get support of circumstances and people. Even his own zeal deceited him while eyeing the fish eye. Than his tongue became his best friend. In odds his golden words hugged him like a mentor. His passion of addressing held the  fingers of his determination like a mother giving warm protection to her child. He  started walking steady and with wisdom.

When home had no roof, warmth had no cosines, friends' trust was merely a mistrust and love of relatives had lost its colors, he decided to empower his strength to be the best. Yes, he is the best.....applauded everyone when he visited Pakistan for international MUN event. Thunderous applaud perched in his pigmy compassionate chest when he started preparing, mentoring and organizing MUN event in his own school , where he had first looked straight into those 1600 eyes and hypnotized everyone including some who were not very sure of he being he. 

In the times when his besties had opposed him and mocked him, he got shattered and felt alone, life kept balance for him to walk with self trust. He started planning running to flying.There in his shell the caterpillar started taking its metamorphosis into butterfly. Like an elephant he started walking very subtle and not paying any heed to words of discouragement in his ears. The only point he was seeing was his success in the world of orators.  

He wants to be rich not because he wants to have treasure but because he wants his sister to be a doctor and wants to be in that abandoned house which he left to be what he is now and wants to be in future. He dreams to house all happiness and joy for his family from whom he's been away ever since  he was 12. Tiny innocent child still is alive in his hopes, though he grew so old and mature in his childhood. 

Amrit Khatri, a student of Ramjas college might not be a name for so many but those who know him know that he is going to write his story of success page  by page and one day a complete book to read for others to name him in their appreciations and in vouching him for shining through his struggle.

He has a long way to go and he is covering the distance with stick of his optimism, positivity and passion. Time anticipates his glint from baby steps to elevator. He is holding the pen of his story to put a full stop and he knows when that would be.

We, all his well wishers, offer him nothing but our smiles straight from our hearts. Smiles that mean encouragement and trust in his abilities and the feel that we are proud of him.                      

Amrit: Nectar.......Live unto thy name....Timeless, boundless and Immortal.



Sangeeta Sharma

WARM SHADES

"DO FARE AND WELL"

Farewell speeches are generally impromptu for me , but this very morning when I had my pen in my hand and a piece of paper ,I could not control the ink  to bleed  few lines  for my special batch , which I would like to read.

The word 'Farewell' for me has different meaning than just biding adieu to my class XII students. " Fare" is the word which has been taken from the ancient usage of "the word "faran" which means "to journey", hence I wish you all to journey well and do everything in your life with your fare attitude, I also wish you to fly high and run like river. 

It may be "farewell" to some, but for me, you being my pilot-batch in Indonesia, have ink-blotted a permanent mark of rememberance and memories in the diary of my memory.

Its worth mentioning that, that place right in front of your class-room, where you have spent time smiling, giggling, chirping, whispering ,discussing along with class XI students and creating sweet noise, is leaving us, the teachers a happy highway to explore innocence and unbiased nature of kids , and for your juniors you are leaving behind values of sharing, caring and work hard attitude, as legacy.Invaluable treasure!

Remember kids, big things come in small packages and you are live examples for me, as I know four or five years to come you all shine bright as doctors, engineers, architects and bureaucrats etc.and would make your alma mater wear the crown of pride in its alumni association.

Laziness is common to human nature. It means no harm provided you make it " Constructive laziness". Remember Newton was lazying out under a tree when an apple had fallen on his head and he discovered gravity. So buzz word for all board aspirants is: do lazy out but with a book in hand and concepts repetition in your mind. Lazy out with your pen as your teddy.

My pen won't stop giving you more of instructions and guidance but paucity of time demands me to put full stop to my words.

To conclude, I just want to wish you all the luck and may you bask in the glory of your success.

Sangeeta Sharma

 SOUL TALKS
"That was, that is....."

 At the threshold she was sitting shedding tears explaining her story..." That was, that is....".  
Tiny steps stepped her into beautiful and person of intelligence and wit. Her physical strength talked deceptive of her caliber though.Her lean and lanky appearance hid her rosy world somewhere at the corner of her mind dreaming about someone to explore and excavate. She wanted to be chased. That was she.
Her silence shouted many times to people she adored, admired and worshiped even, but shouting words  were unheard ironically. Her mute world spoke thousand non-verbal words but to get deaf ears , blind eyes and stony feelings. Her smile every time danced on someone's heart but to have a slip at last. Her vulnerability was her most strengthened weakness. Yet somewhere in her light of hope kept its flame kindled. Her tears mirrored her reflections.
She vowed to be unsolved mystery, a maze and unanswered riddle to her own world of words.She mastered her agonies to simplify her anguish to fill in the void of her life. To smile she started shedding tears and to shed tears she smiled in guise.Every step she took was measured in inches, meters and kilometers, as she thought to be cautious and worldly perfect. 
 Her yawns even started getting translated along with her tearful of smiles. Her strength became her weakness and dropped her at the fork. Every inch of distance she travels now perspires her to recognize every face in disguise, every word in manipulation and every praise under evil tongue. Somewhere deep beneath her subconscious mind still lives an angel of faith guiding her through her silent tears.
As she knows now " That was, that is.......". She wants to be chased for not chasing life of roses and all that appears to be so beautiful outwardly.
Now her shadow shades her vulnerability and follows her with her tears in her eyes.........sighs of deep contemplation and all that has made " That was, that is......."

Sangeeta Sharma

SOUL TALKS

TIk Tok TICK

Tik tok tik tok..... The needles of minutes, seconds and hours in the examination hall define all your preparations for the exam. The all ' I have prepared" hovers around in your mind and on your face during writing your paper, may be not to you but to the invigilator for sure. 

One at the last bench is eating her nails, other one is writing his paper confidently and taking extra sheets one after another, perplexed look on one face and frown on other, one pondering deep and other not writing at all, one looking in vacuum and trying to get answer from mate by looking into his/her paper, these are the gestures that I have been watching in my students for past 15 years of my teaching experience during invigilation. Every facial expression narrated a story to me, the story of unsaid words of their unconscious minds.

Every preparation shapes our various emotions and feelings and that reflects in our tasks or actions. What is the capsule to avoid pain of stress and struggle during examination? Good preparation is the only answer we all know but before preparations we need one most important analysis that is SWOT analysis. Although its a management tool for managers , but every year I ask my students to follow it religiously for their upcoming board exams.

Its like thermometer and stethoscope for a doctor. You need an objective mind and genuine friend to help you do your SWOT analysis at some interval of time which you decide for yourself , say every third day or weekly.

Identify your strengths in preparing yourself for exams, for example you have good rote memorization power, cash it to memorize everything which is important and unavoidable, say periodic table in chemistry, than comes recognizing your weaknesses which your buddy can tell you better, say you can't concentrate and mugging up is all time problem with you, after you get to know those find solution for the same. For instance mnemonics can help you remember certain facts or rules but don't try in everything.....remember BODMAS,VIBGYOR? You still remember it, isn't it?

  Opportunities of grasping new and updated facts and content should not be missed out, for that you must be attentive in your class to listen to the teachers attentively and by using your chat time with friends at any social site for discussing relevant and important things than gossiping about friend's latest gadget or Hollywood actor/actress. Last but not the least are threats. They are ticking time bombs; diffuse them by anticipating and taking preventive actions. For example procastination and lethargy can be avoided by planning according to time table you have set for yourself. Let not snowball roll down to be bigger in size.

You can avoid all your anxieties, nervousness and stress by ticking the tik tok right.

Happy and tik tok tick preparations for your board exams.

Sangeeta Sharma

 

Soul Talks
Incessant Desires Sporadic Grants

Human desires are like perennial rivulets, surging ad infinitum from its source to mouth of mortal life. During its course these desires shape its visage as per our needs and resources available,hither to overlooking the hindrances it meets during its flow. Relationship of our desires and sources of getting it fulfilled is like rule of demand and supply but with a difference in rule. There's always more demand but supply is always less.
Where to put full stop to these everlasting desires in abundance? Question to contemplate on but ironically mortals have excuses to exercise it, ranging from needs to no control on its velocity and intensity. I personally believe, we human beings are brim bags of control and power to keep a tight rein on our desires, and that to as per sporadic grants.
It might reminds us of famous idiom, " Cut Coat According To Cloth." But desires are not cloth like that we can tailor it into our size coat. They travel from nowhere to somewhere, take different forms and turn easy in accessibility, after all they don't cost you anything but your peace and your deteriorated approach to come grips with. Ah! does that mean we flout its adverse impact on us? Instead we need to dam its flow and current.
Dam of comprehending our limits to desire and banking these desires is must, evidently precaution and stringent action must be lined up or else ruinous loss is sure shot. Question that hammers us is, " How?" How to what comes by exercising control over our unlimited desires for which have limited grants.
Think big but not that big that squeezes our efforts of attaining and fulfilling it.  Meet targets but not at the cost of shunting your goals. Compare but not the success but hardships born by the achiever. Contemplate but not to sleep away its focus. Compete not with others but with your own pace at different levels. Limit but not to limit your positivism to pull off it.Learn but not to ignore it. Sustain but not to own it or obsess with it.Pass but to discover it and realize it. Desire but not to ignore its grant. Love but not to be blinding on reality.Dream but don't dream impossible.

"Dreaming should not dream away your dream of becoming dream of others." Have you started desiring it? All the luck.

Sangeeta Sharma

SOUL SEARCH

Translation Of Life

Life is escalation of everything we have, desire, need or yearnings. It has no minus theory. It only multiplies everything we accrual from it and for it. From the growth of tiny seed underneath earth to clouds formation , everything is offered to us in cornucopia.Life in its credence is as light as happiness and in its meaning as  heavy as burden.
All our joys are product of smiling at life and accepting it with its all burdens smilingly. If we learn that simple rule of existence in our lives we get away with pain and stress of bearing its burden.This way we have nothing to loose we have just moments and time to cherish. We lament over loss of life of our dear one , separation, hardships, struggle, stress and ordeals that Life offers us resulting in creation of vacuum, minus feelings and gaps. Are these unanswered or riddled?
 Every maze has a key to break it open so has all the gaps to get filled and vacuum to be filled with positive smiling attitude. Its not convoluted rather its as easy as one plus one equals to two. No matter how hard hit its meaning to taste is, in carrying its just a quill which we carry with our hands of positive mindedness and strong will power. We have power  of perception  and the power of willingness within us to lessen its load. There's no question whose answer is not known and there's no riddle whose solution is not there and life has all the answers to all our questions within it.
Sun rays brighten the surroundings so does moon though it shines in the night, we shed  tears when we bear pain , so are they shed when we are ecstatic, the same knife which is used to kill someone is also used to save patient's life , some people are angels in your life, but the same person can be a demon for someone else. Its how we need to eye life.
Life horns us at all its signals, all we need to do is to obey it and follow it. Those signals crossed will cause accident, that too fatal one. Of course we as drivers are leading our route as our own masters but rules of driving life is entirely our own translation of it. And life in translation is all beautiful, romantic, loving, constructive and subtle. Thats why it has no minus formula. Agree? Hold it tight and don't let it slip by, drink it till the lees .

Sangeeta Sharma

    

THIRD EYE
Love Perfect

Comes voice so swift in hues
of love, 
to undo past sour and tough
to breath, live, ecstatic and firm.
Eyes of perception mind of faith
that walks whispers to run
that feels tears to vanish
that smiles sadness of her life.

The blink so insightful
The touch of untouched
yearns saving and engraving
intense and passionate laddering 
of two beings unified in one.

Healer of lacerated soul
pinnace of life and love
for burking all that that was harrowing
to her body, mind and soul.
Love attired in human form
or her soulmate earthborn?

Love loving imperfect perfect
giving it language of silent surrender
arms of wonder
heart of passion
feet of freedom
from all that was excruciating and troublesome.
and mind to travel distance of distant yet a savior
to spring in her life unsung music so musical.


Sangeeta Sharma