Maybe, another day

Maybe from the chaos of this town,
I will soon get back home.
A home no one knows, a home unseen.

Maybe for the first or last, I will feel the bliss in me,
Wrapping me in its arms, hiding me in its veil.
Maybe I have no one to say, maybe I am still unheard.
But no one shall ever know, that this is all I dream and it is all I need to feel.

But my home is too far and I am wandering around the cities,
Still thinking I would be offered a ride.
A ride that will take me home, where I shall be loved and love
With no guilt and rather pride.

I am still in my dreams, maybe.
I am too afraid to open my eyes as the say.
But I shall return back to home I assure you.
Maybe, another day

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Rise

Back in the deserts there was a kingdom of floras, every flora magnificent than the other, except for the very last one who was habituated on the edge of the road. She was the simplest amidst all. While all others were busy glimmering in their sweet colors and fragrance after the touch of rain, she decided to stare at the sunshine and moonlight wondering how to sparkle the world around her. Due to her distance she chose in both the homing and thoughts, she would often be undervalued and criticized by the other beauties and as well by most in the kingdom.

As the seasons passed by the kingdom kept blooming, in their colors and perfume and every flora was noticed more than before. On the other hand, the little one on the edge worked to burrow her roots strong and expanded, expanding everyday to get one crawl closer to the road she gazed at. And for this she had to face her mud every day, damaging the littlest corner of her petal and burrowing her scent in her roots. For this, she was often seen as a disgust, too little and too low by the rest of the floras. Even the breeze those flew by, decided not to touch her for days, except for a very light breeze once. This breeze smelled her fragrance she burrowed and wanted to be the only one to touch and feel it so it decided to visit her every day. Whilst all other breezes would flatter the movements of the gentle petals of other floras, this breeze only visited her telling her how different of a charm she was. There were days she wouldn’t let the breeze puff her, but there came days when she began to enjoy dancing in the breeze’s blow and just when she would let the breeze have a small taste of her aroma, something happened…

With every other breeze, this breeze decided to change its direction towards the kingdom and never showed up again. This change of course damaged that little diligent into weak and gloominess. The other floras had one more reason to taunt her again. Her roots were splintering and her road seemed far by. She wouldn’t look at the sunshine and moonlight for days and seasons.

Then one night, suddenly came a storm. The entire kingdom, all of its beauties blown away, off their roots at once! Except they failed to spread their strength at the one at the far edge, although she was shivering out of fear and cold, she decided to stand straight and fight back the storm that night. She fought and fought until the sun showed up and it was all warm once again.

She looked back at the sunshine and smiled and waited till the light filled her up once again. She stood shattered but brave, she stood broken but bold. She stood only to realize that the storm she fought spread her fragrance, now throughout the desert. She stood only to see that road she wanted to reach was now beneath her rooted feet. She stood only to realize that once again she newly Rose.

Who knows where you have been, how you made it this far. Who knows the pain of the travel yet who knows the joy of the sunshine and moonlight. Who knows, but You, the contentment of rising.

The wildest, stand strongest

                                           The wildest, stand strongest

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It’s never too late

I settled myself to give up seeing the darkness around. Feared, I lost and wouldn’t make it anymore any further. I decided to let it go. I decided to walk off, but realized why would I relinquish what is mine? Why would I let disappear of the most beautiful dream I had? If I were one step closer then, I will begin my journey all over again.

Start over, doesn’t matter if you have fallen or been thrown. The world wouldn’t remember if you were dead, it will only remember if you rose.

Most of us only dishearten ourselves by recollecting the memories of how we lost. Very few have the strength to rise up from the ruins and get themselves termed as the heroes. All you need is to believe. Believe in yourself. Believe in the strength you are gifted with.

It’s pretty and simultaneously funny how people say, “You don’t know how strong you are unless being strong is the only option you have”. Well they will keep saying and trust me they have a lot to say! And that is exactly why they are here! What you need to learn is to show them the Ray of Hope you found within yourself when they were busy “saying”, the Ray of Mercy and the Ray of Faith you lit in you while they might have told you to give up and move on. Show them the ruins are yours and if you could build it of nothing, you can always re-build out of something, out of the remains you have left.

 Ray of Hope Capture Credit: Marcel =)

Capture Credit: Marcel Rainer =)

 

Start over, from all that was damaged and diminished.
Start over because it’s your choice.
Start over because you believe in it
Start over because it’s never too late!

Hope and Faith

A strand of Hope would do

A strand of Hope would do.

Once upon a time, there were two friends, Hope and Faith. They always stayed together and helped each other in every little thing. One day they had a quarrel and that made them part from each other. The other day while they were on their way to daily work, separately that is, they both faced some difficulties. Hope found some tree logs blocking its way. On the other hand, Faith trying to avoid Hope on the way chose a different route to work and lost directions. Hope hoped it would remove the logs or called somebody for help from anywhere around and all it did was, hope. While Faith who would always be confident that it is not to stop, gave up even before it could start finding a way out. After hours in vain and distress they both realized what they were missing. Hope to carry out the task needed Faith, in itself, with itself. And Faith to take its first step needed Hope, inspiring, providing it the push, the thrust, the initiation that it would make it. Now the question is will they unite?

So I will let my Faith stand strong when I see the ray of Hope

So I will let my Faith stand strong when I see the ray of Hope

Yes, Hope and Faith, the two different terms of almost, a synonym maybe? Well, they do have differences but I wouldn’t deny the fact that they go hand in hand. In every person the presence of both of these are very essential. One without hope cannot think of gaining any push in the first place in life and one without faith cannot proceed to fulfill his/her hopes. Hope and faith, both in own self is the key. You are confident, brave, independent, positive and foresighted this is when you know you are ready for your battle (wait on! Nobody asked you to take up that armor, take it easy pal!). This battle is more about you moving forward and staying firm that You will make it till the end, it is about You not to give up. And for that all you are going to need is, keep the hope up and faith coming from within you, that’s it. Let the society be your enemy, they were meant to be your exam!
This was my 3rd post on my first ever blog (this post is a little modified of course). And I would lie to myself if I said it is not my most favorite. I probably cannot explain enough how inspired I got while I pressed these words and you know its beauty? It still inspires me as if I am reading it for the very first time. It’s the trick; the magic power was built in you 😉

So let the Hope within you Rise and the Faith push you Forth.