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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #90
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #90
PROMPT FOR THIS WEEK
The word ‘compromise’ is just a theme. It need not appear in the piece. There is no harm if it does appear, or a synonym. The choice is yours.
मौत ने पूछा
ज़िंदगी एक छलावा है
एक झूट है
हर दिन हर पल तुम्हारा साथ छोड़ती जाती है
फिर भी तुम उसे प्यार करते हो
मैं एक सच्चाई हूँ अंत तक तुम्हारा साथ निभाती हूँ
पर फिर भी तुम मुझसे नफरत करते हो
मुझसे डरते हो
मुझसे समझौता कर लो
फिर कोई डर तुम्हें डरा न पायेगा
मैंने कहा
तुम सत्य हो शाश्वत हो
अनिवार्य हो
पर तुमसे कैसे समझौता करलूं
तुम्हारी टाइमिंग बहुत गलत होती है
तुम गलत समय पर गलत लोगों को ले जाती हो
तुम गलत समय पर गलत तरीके से आती हो
पूछो उन बदनसीब अभिवावकों से
जिन्होंने खोय अपने लाल असमय
पूछो उन से ,
जिन्होंने ने गवाए अपने परिजन
आतंकवादियों के हाथों
उम्र थी जान गवाने की
फिर जो मजबूर, पीड़ित , बीमार
मरने की प्रार्थना करते हैं
उन्हें तुम तड़पने को छोड़ देती हो
बच्चों ,जवानों को अपना शिकार बनाती हो
कैसे करलूं तुमसे समझौता
तुम कड़वा सच हो, अनिवार्य हो पर
न्यायसंगत नहीं
काम से काम मेरी नज़र में तो नहीं
ज़िन्दगी लाख छलावा सही
मीठा झूट सही
पर सुन्दर है जीने का,
लड़ने का हौसला देती है
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sometimes we look back
thinking
what if we hadn’t
made the compromises
life would have been different for
better
or for worse
but
there is no use cribbing now
life
any way is a
a mixed bag of
hopes and disappointments
dreams and realities
victories and defeats
triumphs and disasters
sometimes you win
sometimes you lose
sometimes you have to run against the tide
make compromises
hopes and disappointments
dreams and realities
victories and defeats
triumphs and disasters
sometimes you win
sometimes you lose
sometimes you have to run against the tide
make compromises
if need arises
just be sure it’s not alone you
who makes compromises
rules should be
the same for everyone
don’t lose your heart
don’t complain
count your blessings
be proud of whatever you have achieved
keep your composure
spine stretched
shoulders straight
heart full of gratitude
head held with pride
don’t lose your heart
don’t complain
count your blessings
be proud of whatever you have achieved
keep your composure
spine stretched
shoulders straight
heart full of gratitude
head held with pride
Un-existing
A beautiful poem by Reena(https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/06/04/un-existing)
corridors of power
are too narrow
to accommodate
my flippant insouciance
mirrors
too sarcastic
to absorb
my bloated self
libraries
too intellectual
to accept
my base wisdom
temples
too bigoted
to understand
my surrender
I float around
In search of kindred spirits
and bounce back
from hollowness of oceans
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #25
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #25
Longing
What do I long for?
Love? Friendship? Company of people? Peace?
Sometimes I feel very lonely
And the more lonely I feel
the more lonely I want to be
I don’t want to talk to anyone
Don’t want to mix with people
I just want to dwell in my gloominess,
Submerge in my sorrows
No materialistic pleasure can calm me
Can give me peace
So what is it I want?
Who can understand?
How I’m feeling
What I’m feeling
What I’m longing for
Perhaps
I yearn
for that great comfort, calmness, peace, delight
I felt when I was in my mother’s lap
Warriors Invited To Raise Mental Health Awareness
Fighters invited
22 May, 2018
I started this whole thing on a whim and the way you guys came forward to help is overwhelming. This post looks like a mini support group now for which again I am grateful for each one of you who joined in. It’s been a humbling experience overall.
Today I will start circulating through my trusted 2-3 friends outside blogosphere. I urge you share this post too.
And I would highly appreciate and recommend you reach out to each other too. That’s what helps the most at any given day.
I wont stop this effort here. I will continue to send invites, gather more fighters on random basis and keep on adding them here as long as I have energy.
Thanks a lot everyone for helping me through this. Your support and appreciate means the world to me. 🙂
Apr 27, 2018
I need help from all…
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Secret Letter #43: On Shoes, Slippers & Writing by Your Quote Baba
A good part of a traveler’s life is spent walking. You cannot be a traveler if you don’t like to walk. And if you are fond of walking, your job as a traveler is to make sure your feet are utterly comfortable as you unravel a city, prancing from one lane to another, encountering dust, heat, grime and what not. Your footwears define your traveling life and also shape what kind of traveler you become.
Some feet like the feeling of being held within a shoe, guarded and preserved as they are, un-tanned, untouched. Whereas some feet – like mine – prefer to be free, out in the open, conversing with the outside world. I’m a sucker for slippers, boasting a tiny yet large library of it. My favorites are the blue acupressure slippers that were a gift from my friend Pushpak Athawale, the man behind the iOS app of YourQuote. He had a similar red one and I would just ooze with joy whenever I wore his, so he gifted me one on my birthday when I was in Bengaluru. It has pointed rubber bristles that might seem daunting for someone with soft feet. Having had my feet roughed up with barefoot football matches every evening as a school-kid & later by the drastic weather changes during my India journey, nothing feels nicer than having my weight stand on the prickly podium of this fine footwear.
I wear these slippers almost everywhere. In a train, in airplanes, in office, at home, during travel. It allows me the flexibility of turning my feet inwards and sitting in meditation any time I wish. It makes me switch barefoot without caution, without the pressure of untying the laces of a shoe whenever I get a chance — be it at a host’s home, a garden with lush green grass, a temple or a mosque, a gurudwara or a church, or a seashore where I wade through the water, with my three-quarters high enough not to get wet.
There’s an underlying philosophy with which I weigh in the choice between a shoe and a slipper, the philosophy that underlines my travel. Traveling for long distances with long itineraries is often mundane and tiring. In my case, it’s also mission-less. There’s no reward that I’m seeking. No fame, nope, no enlightenment nor spiritual awakening, no knowledge even though it is making me knowledgeable every passing day. I am traveling quite simply to experience freedom in its most bare form: the freedom to move and live, the freedom to be and decide on the spot. I rarely decide my next destination and I just meet people who cross paths with me, and I take their accounts and experiences as my guiding light to decide what next. Even in a new place, my only aim is to familiarize myself with the place, to know a city just that well that tomorrow if someone were to airdrop me in any part of that place, it doesn’t feel foreign to me. Being in my slippers, I feel the world is an extension of my home. Since I am as comfortable in my slippers as when I am home, the walls of the otherness break and everyone interacting with me feel at home. For them, I am a local, and for me, they are people such as me, my people.
It’s not that I dislike wearing shoes. I’m all up for shoes when it’s for an occasion. Don’t worry, if you invite me to your wedding, I will come in shoes. However, that decision is primarily because the wedding is your space, and I’m a visitor. I don shoes for every occasion when I am aware that space doesn’t belong to me, nor do I want it to belong, in spaces where I am a visitor. A conscious warm visitor whose job is to serve the one hosting. But as a traveler, I don’t treat the world as my host because I do not wish to be treated as a guest, a tourist. As a writer, it’s the worst thing you could do. Guests only get superficial gossips. It’s the resident of the house who knows the nuances of the stories. As a traveler, I want to be a resident of the world, not just my home. For a traveller, the idea of home is very fluid. It is not barricaded within the four walls, but it’s rather a freely expanding universe. Shoes make you great tourists, bad travelers.
I think I have been too critical of shoes. Here are my two cents on shoes and the people who love shoes. I think shoes make perfect sense when your idea of home is very rooted, even rigid. If you are not nomadic and define your home as this house, this city, this nation, you’re bound to be a lover of shoes. When home means a certainty to you, everything outside becomes unknown, hence shoes. When your sense of identity depends on where you come from, not where you go, you wear shoes. Shoes are the answers to feel safe when the world around you feels unsafe. Maybe that’s why women love it more because the outside world has always been harsh and unsafe for them. Like slippers help you turn the outside world a bit more homelike, shoes help prevent yourself from becoming like the outside world. Shoes might be a fashion statement for some, and indeed they look good, but wonder, why the first act of homecoming is the act of removing shoes, why barefoot is the norm in so many households. No, it’s not just about cleanliness. It’s about comfort. Any job that requires you to be out of your comfort zone or natural self will require you to be in shoes. My friends in the army tell me how for a soldier, their feet are the softest parts of their bodies, the weakest points, because they are always within the shoes, unperturbed by everything outside.
I’m utterly curious to hear from you. Are you a shoe person or a slipper person? How many shoes do you have? What are your thoughts on travel and footwear? Post with #FavouriteFootwear in the caption on your quote and share your stories. Before I part today, here’s a quote: “It doesn’t matter how great your shoes are if you don’t accomplish anything in them.” — Martina Boone
Walking, one step at a time,
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #76
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #76
PROMPT
There is a range of words/phrases to choose from – this week.
PROMPT
1.Disorientation 2. Live forward, look backward 3. You are made of stardust, and to stardust, you will return
Live forward, look backward
Looking back
tried to please everyone
and sometimes
tried to move the unmovable
failed miserably
frustrated
yet unyielding
as losing control of the situation
hurts your ego
bitter
disheartening
was giving up
then
better sense prevailed
live forward
learn to let go
not easy
though
but sometimes
there is no other way
just learn
when to fight
and when to give in
peacefully
अमानवीय प्रथा का अंत..
https://ashwaniraghav.wordpress.com/dwara ek behtarine post.
दिल्ली सरकार ने हाथ से मैला ढोने की अमानवीय प्रथा को समाप्त करने की दिशा में महत्वपूर्ण कदम उठाते हुए पचास सीवर साफ करने की मशीनों को आज जनता को सुपुर्द कर दिया। कुछ ही समय मे दिल्ली में ऐसी दो सौ मशीनें दिल्ली की गलियों में सीवर सफाई करते मिलेंगी। हालांकि इस योजना को अमल में लाने में कुछ कारणों से विलम्ब हुआ पर जहाँ देश मे प्रतीकात्मक राजनीति करने का माहौल बना हुआ है वहाँ जमीनी स्तर पर अच्छी योजनाओं का लागू होना बेहतर भविष्य की आशा जगाता है। इस योजना का खास पहलू ये है कि ज्यादातर मशीनें सीवर सफाई के दौरान अपनी जान गँवाने वाले परिवार के सदस्यों को दी गईं हैं और उनके लिए ऋण की व्यवस्था भी की गई है। ज्ञात हो कि मात्र दिल्ली में पिछले दस वर्षों में लगभग अस्सी सफाईकर्मी अपनी जान सीवर साफ करते समय गँवा चुके हैं। दिल्ली सरकार…
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Nurt Thurs – Your Trace
The most wonderful, timely reminder for me today.
326th Nurturing Thursday
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Frequent Contributors to
Nurturing Thursday:
Meg Evans
Elizabeth – Tea and Paper
Ladyleemanila
Rupali – mazeepuran
Indira’s Blog
Lisa – DailyMusings
Carol – Light Words
Cee Nuener – Cee’s Photography
Inside the Mind of Isadora
Roaming Urban Gypsy
Grace – {Whimsy & Joy}
Claire – There is a Room
Pocket Perspectives
Lauren – Lolsy’s Library
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What is Nurturing Thursday, you ask?
Think about it … In our amazing but highly competitive and aggressive society:
- How many of us truly feel good about ourselves?
- How often do we extend to ourselves … the same courtesies, considerations, nurturing, forgiveness and understanding we bestow a loved one, a friend, or even a stranger?
With the ongoing intention to accept myself with an open heart rather than label myself as “good” or “bad” OR a “success” or “failure” … I challenge myself, and I challenge YOU to…
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