Bits of my heart 2020

 As a kid time had a different meaning bed time, storytime, dinnertime,study time, playtime.  Scientists even made a atomic clock which measures to 100th of a nano second or even less. As adults we know time drags time stands still, time flies. Now we are in for a surprise quantum physicist say, time doesn't exist. So next time don't ask what time it is reframe what time is😰

Our Constitution speaks the same and our Scriptures voice the same, then why are we so different. As children we showed off our toys, as adults our wealth, as national leaders we show off our nuclear warheads and missiles. Instead of showing off social benefits, we are doing for our respective nations. Why why are we like this a small virus stopped us in our tracks made us stoop and almost packed us on our last journey despite that we are adamant not to change. We join MLM's thinking there is gold at the end of the chain. Why can't we form an MLM to bring about the necessary change, perched where I am this is the maximum I can do motivate, encourage, and be the change I speak and dream off. The famous dialogue from Rocky " if I can change, you can change, we all can change.

 If the creator is white and the devil black, then creation must be grey. Good and evil, like the keys of a piano, colored white and black, both are needed to create music, overcoming the negative, strengthens the resolve of the positive. At times wedged between sanity and insanity by a shower of positive and negative thoughts, steering the boat called life becomes tumulus. Just to make the reader 🤔 

Stay low a 100 streams flow into the sea, lay low don't flaunt your wealth, power and knowledge you will scare away friend and foe Give your ear sincerely and earnestly even to the boring ramble, don't prepare your speech as you listen, even a fool's rant at times lights the lamp. When you don't compare or compete respect will follow. Being humble as you grow will keep ego and greed at bay. If you want to light another's path be like a candle lend your light and flame to light his path and candle. This is neither prose nor poetry they are bits of my heart 

 You are a creator your thoughts, imagination, intuition , and your dreams, are the tools. You can create heaven on earth, or hell depends on what you think. You can create darkness or light in your life you can stretch time to suit your needs. Your thoughts control time, if you love what you are doing time flies if you hate, time drags its feet. The most powerful weapon you have is forgiveness.., forgive everyone and everything, forgive yourself first. If your cup is filled with hatred how can love and compassion seep into a full cup, so empty it of hatred, jealousy, and the like with forgiveness as the tool to remove what is unnecessary. The human mind fears success as much as failure. Replace fear with caution and take action. Make your mind still like the surface of a placid lake with not a ripple. In this stillness bring your dreams alive without breaking a sweat the goal you achieve.

 I was a great favorite, many a life form lived in me. On my bank's lush green vegetation spread like a heavenly carpet. Beyond this, toiling farmers tilled the land all we're happy the air was pure, the water so clear you could see the bottom. Then the disease called progress caught up in this heavenly land. Farmland turned into brown industrial buildings. The streams and rivulets, that fed my ego and my soul were blocked by paths and roads made for the rising industries on both my sides. In place of natural streams, industrial streams carrying waste flowed into me. Little by little I shrunk in size and depth pollution changed my color from blue to brown and then to dirty black. Life forms left me or died a breathless death, from a mighty river, I was becoming a stream maybe in time a string of puddles. Who is to blame, people who started industries at such a fragile site, or the farmers who sold their soul for a years toil in the bank. Or is it the politicians, who ...

 "You're icy hands I can feel but cannot see, I am young all my dreams are near the finish line. "Spare me just a couple of years and I'll welcome you with both hands. " Oh, dear wife hold my hand tell him not to take this stand, give him all we have, and ask him to strike my name from this end game just a while. "Nothing you give can bring a smile I am duty-bound to finish the task providence bestowed upon me. " I am the key I am the path to heaven or hell whichever your lot is cast. " It is neither a pleasure nor pain I am duty-bound to take your soul from you. " Refrain you talk with me and pray to whichever god, you believe to bless your soul and house it where it be deserved.

 My mirror often finds me a stranger my eyes haven't melted with the warmth of my heart. I haven't read the meaning of the frown lines on my forehead. Have yet to learn to form smile lines to replace the frown. I haven't taken a step forward emotionally I am on zero miles stone. How will I know the strength of my wings if I have not flown? Thought I was directionless not realizing that the fun of flying is in the flight and not direction. Our whole life is less than a chalk line on the blackboard of eternity. I realize of late, fate can shackle my feet and clip my wings, but it cannot stop my dreams and through them, I will work out a path to fulfill my destiny. All this is possible, the moment I realize that I am the stranger in the mirror.

 I am a flower in the desert, I have no competition for my beauty and grace I rule over this wasteland. I am not plucked, to decorate the hair of some damsel, I am left alone to complete the cycle of my short but sweet life. I shall not leave this land of mine, for any hinterland, or land of urban beauty, satisfied I am and thankful to nature for bestowing peace of mind.

 Learn one lesson early in life, be happy with yourself, expecting nothing from others. When you expect nothing and get a little from the world, your joy knows no bounds. Expectation changes the quality of the gift or service received. Often we laugh a lot and don't smile, we build a wall of sorrow and write happy lines. When the voice in your heart and words in your mouth are one, magic will happen in every relation.  When tears are shed for self, it's but selfishness but when shed for another it becomes a silent prayer for the one.

 You can be young at heart, but times moment will have a toll on your physical form. White creeps into your hair like the winter of the head has begun. Wrinkles on your face and a feeble gait might dominate you. If you're young in mind and can smile despite the creaking frame, then heaven you have in your space.  Follow your heart and be religious as shown below. Cherish all living beings with a boundless heart. This is the greatest religion in the world.

I need, glasses to figure out what's in front of me. But with closed eyes, I can see my childhood flashing before me. At times, I need the GPS to get back home yet I still remember the criss-cross lanes behind my childhood home. The trees I climbed, the friends I teased, the fall that broke my knee. Dirty hands, soiled clothes, stain on my face all was allowed. Parents were bothered, only how much marks I got and not how much time I spent, with my nose in an open book. These memories come to me strongly, as I watch my children, play on artificial grass, monkey bars, and iron slides to match. Hands clean and sanitized nails cut and hair properly dressed. A tear somewhere at the corner of my eyes as I sadden, thinking of the magic my children and the child of today are missing out. I still need glasses. 

  You cannot find him in books or Scriptures, he resides in a place beyond your sight. Remove all the masks you wear and look inward, to see the real you, unmasked. Once your sight adjusts to the light radiating from the real you. As you search with newfound sight, you might see a glimpse of him, somewhere in the twilight. __________________________________________ Modern Childhood I need, glasses to figure out what's in front of me. But with closed eyes, I can see my childhood flashing before me. At times, I need the GPS to get back home yet I still remember the criss-cross lanes behind my childhood home. The trees I climbed, the friends I teased, the fall that broke my knee. Dirty hands, soiled clothes, stain on my face all was allowed. Parents were bothered, only how much marks I got and not how much time I spent, with my nose in an open book. These memories come to me strongly, as I watch my children, play on artificial grass, monkey bars, and iron slides to ...

 Deep within me, a child resides he knows no grammar nor worldly-wise. If education and knowledge, threaten to kill the child then I prefer to go grammerless and save the child. Few words I know, I put together not to touch the soul of the wise, but just to give freedom to the child within. The child within is very small, but remember the eyes are small, they see far, as far as the horizon. Hope to see through your eyes hope you see through mine too.

 When your soul stirs to divine music and precious tears roll, the heart is cleansed to receive good thoughts and more. A perfect house you can design, a home you will have to allow to bloom on trust love, and sacrifice. The fruits that grow on a tree from the soil of such a home, will be happiness and bliss.

 If life was a song, and I were to sing what tune would I use, to sing the song of life. I would use the tune of love, the tune of friendship. In this world it's not important who you are or what. It's important what you are to the loved ones around you. If life was a dance, what steps would I take l would take the steps of freedom, and prance like a deer, to gods tune of love and freedom. If life was love, whom would I love, I would love all of mankind and all gods creatures big and small. I have only one life, I will make most of it by spreading the word of love through my songs and poems.  Bringing a smile on a sad face, hope for the one in despair, and help for the one in need. I would share all my toys and joys with friend and foe alike for life is short and we have very little time to squabble.  God give me the strength, of heart and soul to be all this and more, today and everyday of my life.

 The night is but a shadow our planet, throws on us. An illusion created and we fall for it and fall asleep. The universe is awake all the time, the sand in the clock is slipping grain by grain while we sleep. Let us wake to the new marrow, an illusion or true tomorrow. Let us undress not just clothes, but bare our souls and bath in ourselves by ourselves like the snowflake. Cleaned this way, let us kneel and pray, that we become worthy of this birth bestowed on us, in such a dark period of living beings on this earth

I dreamt I was walking in the woods, watching a stream wind through fallen leaves. The stream sparkling here and there, where the moon found a gap to light. The foliage allowed the moon to peep, thus lighting and showing the way. Flowers on the path colors so perfect a little bit more, a little bit less, would diminish it's beauty from the rest. Far away from the din and clamor, of human dwelling, the silence creates a peace so profound, that feels a bit unreal even to the dreaming mind. Self-centered in the waking hours, imprisoned in a feeble mind, here in the dream world one with nature and close to eternity. I fear waking the slow shaking bringing back the senses to reality. Will I be able to carry the feeling the dream created in the harsh reality of life?

Sad poems are not always from a sad heart, it's a safety valve that releases and changes the mood. They say we are all created differently, then why do we try so hard to fit into someone's shoe. Compromising our values, compressing our emotions, we bend backward to please. This happens because we take everything too deeply. Neither is life a bed of roses nor does it rain roses, if we want it we have to plant it. At times though we live like a king, something seems missing. When the mind does not churn out poetry this is the result a few mashed up lines

Smile and tears nature gave us, we preferred to frown so it masked our smile now we are left with tears. We know to build bridges, unfortunately walls too. Love relations, and use material was the norm, love material, use relations is the trend. We fear God and kick nature in the butt, ignorant that both are the same. Desire sometimes uses greed as a walking stick can't know which is leaning on which. With knowledge that can't fill the tip of a noble pen, I dare to weave magic with my words. My heart is in the right place.

A poet should give words to the silent swaying of tulips in the wild. You are blessed with the ability to create magic with words. Use it wisely to bring out beauty and pain for the world is multifaceted. Write of pain and sorrow but with your words weave a path to a better tomorrow. It is known the world is stubborn, and hard to change. You have been given a tool, work with it results are not in your control. Maybe the world is in the pangs of the rebirth, of a better tomorrow outcome of all this pain and sorrow. Nature at times is an illusionist, mirage in the desert, the calm before the storm, are a few tricks up its sleeve. Pray for a better tomorrow and work towards it.