Bits of my heart 2020

 The school bully, he appears cool and tough a fright for all weaker than him. Inside he bleeds, lonely longing for company will do anything, for a few likes and smiley when they stop, he falls to the ground his ego bubble busted. At night this lonely soul, weeping curls up in bed, parents busy making ends meet. Teachers trying to cram unwanted stuff, into unwilling minds, they have their portions to complete. No time to see the child behind the roll number, with unseen tears rolling down their cheeks, covered with a fake smile to please. Where are we going wrong is it the system or is it us who have succumbed to the system.

 Sprinkle some amber of hope, on the dream you see sparkling in the eyes of a child. Our educational system offers one book for all, the mathematicians the artist and the fitness freak. All get the same treatment, from our system mathematician and artistic are forced to learn history. When they fail in a subject they loath, and don't make the grade and end up as a clerk. Hating their profession day and night, parents and teachers telling them that they are lucky to even get this respite. It is high time education was moulded, to encourage and strengthen the inborn talent of each and every bright child.

 Half of us go through life without knowing why. Our purpose of being on earth, each has a desire, a secret ambition, hidden beneath layers of procrastination's. If a life of happiness is your drive, be brave to do what makes your heart flutter, and time vanish, at the stroke of a brush, or a written line, or high note rendered. If you hide behind your shyness, inertia, and self-doubt, you will drag through life, like a square block in a round hole dejected, depressed, and unsatisfied. Shake your mane roar like a lion and step into the shoes your mind desired and designed.

 I was trotted on, left bleeding and for dead, yet I lived on, forgetting the crime enacted. Again they came, with sweet words and gifts wrapped in silver foil, for they wanted my nod to rule the roost. Being resilient and calm of mind, I gave in to their selfish desire. I am the common man, of every country and the so-called nations of the world. One day I will awaken and put my foot down, one move of my finger their Castle of cards, built on false promises, and sweet words, will come crashing down. The power, and tons of gold and currency of no avail, their destiny changed as if ghosts of the past, have pronounced on them to extract vengeance. Leaders at the helm beware, the sleeping beast isn't a pussy, it is a full grown lion.

  We can leave footprints on the sands of time for others to follow, or wet the sands with tears of self pity and sorrow. Buildings and wealth, should not be the object of memory, of a departed one. His good deeds should be the mark, he leaves in the heart of his loving ones. When deeds are good, and heart filled with kindness, compassion, and love for all. Creation will enter you, in such manner as to throw out the ego from the self. The pure and sublime one, becomes part of nature to live till eternity.

 Man and his creation can be set apart,  God and his creation are one, we cannot  separate one from the other. Want to please God, worship his creation, meaning love nature and all that it comprises. If we feel we can worship God and misuse nature and all living things we are mistaken. We are guests on this planet, let's behave like guests, when we leave let us leave a better place.  Teach our young to love not only pets, but all animals big and small. If we enslave, one day we will be enslaved.  God will forgive, if you forget to pray but he never will, if you waste nature. I say these words but am a culprit too I have done all that I ask you not to.  Happy that the thought has risen the deed may follow.

 Man and his creation can be set apart,  God and his creation are one, we cannot  separate one from the other. Want to please God, worship his creation, meaning love nature and all that it comprises. If we feel we can worship God and misuse nature and all living things we are mistaken. We are guests on this planet, let's behave like guests, when we leave let us leave a better place.  Teach our young to love not only pets, but all animals big and small. If we enslave, one day we will be enslaved.  God will forgive, if you forget to pray but he never will, if you waste nature. I say these words but am a culprit too I have done all that I ask you not to.  Happy that the thought has risen the deed may follow.

Mind is like fertile land, what you sow you reap, before you sow a goal you must keep. If it's grain you seek, the rain you must know, when the whether is right and the sun is bright or on a dark night. You must know, which seed likes the light and which is rather shy. You know your goal and put in toil in the soil if the time and seed is right, your goal is in sight. If you miss out on any and blame God and fate, that would be funny. Sow only when your sure of the seed, soil, and time speak only, when sure that speech is better than your silence. Lead life in this manner and you will have a better tomorrow.

 Leafed through life, missing quite a few lines when realized the pages didn't turn left. Tried to, from vague memory guess what the lines could be. Then realization struck, that a major part of life had passed without a sense of time or feel. The pages that are left, one or a hundred be, shall read word by word, line by line, till the last word that might be mine. A piece of wisdom, to my friends young and old, savour life be it a grain or a handful, with a heart filled with humility and gratefulness. A prayer on one's lips, to live a life useful to self and all they come in contact. Love the world as you would yourself, face your fears with childish curiosity facing them till they melt like snow under your scrutiny. Take your need to be in control and let go let trust in your nature and that of others take its place.

To those near and dear so that no misunderstanding be here. Words of melancholy are utterances beyond the selfish range. They don't speak of personal pain, rather It is referred pain that the sea of humanity is going through, bound together to find a cure, for the abomination in the air. Smile and pain masked, no one knows whom to ask. Me sitting in a safe place, four pillars surround me, two in front, one my better half the other my daughter dear. Two behind, both my grandchildren most divine, bound by walls and a roof, my son by law define. I have no personal worries, but am not at peace till a solution is found to the problem with ease. The problem started, with our cruelty to living beings, when nature turned it's face away, we felt the hand of fear. If a state burns, the country is affected, if a country burns the region, and if the region, the world feels the heat. The world is like a fruit any part rotten can rotten the whole. Extinction of animal...

  Covid tried to teach, true globalization and succeeded to an extent. Brought national leaders to their knees, scientists tearing at their hair, all united in finding a cure, against one too small to see too big to harness. Along with unity discord too jumped the bandwagon. With travel time shortened, distances of no matter. The virus too traveled pole to pole, spreading a global viral blanket of fear and death. With no definite cure in sight, the mighty human race took a step backward in it's fight. Will it better the human race or will compete, to be the first to find a cure and thus dominate, only time will tell. Is Covid nature's friend and man's enemy?

 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.