It was 10th of 3rd in calendar and all she could do was sit and watch the sky going dark. As if the the blanket was all upon her the way she called it her sphere with him.
I never really try to bother into others life but it was just about knowing people , knowing different stories and emotions.
Hearing emotion was like drinking all brands of whiskey, oh it hits you hard anyway just the mouth which pours it is branded under different covers,different clothes.
I was going through the songs of emotions and forwarded one to her. Well she liked it she seemed sorted and managed those days, Oh what a pretty piece of human mind her flesh owned. Never knew her name of what was she all about.
Do you know how it all happened? Just beside the balcony she came and stood and told that the world is a danger zone and only place she can hide with me is the Sky. It wasn’t overnight it was the smoothest take off any human could take after airplanes. We went over the world ,they shouted and waved, she took the lead always and we flew higher.
It was the dark sky the shelter were you could find me with her caressing the moon telling that she will always be there to keep a watch like the moon does.
I remember it was ecstasy it was the poem i couldn’t write but feel. I was sleeping in the shroud of warmth until i asked her to wake me up next day . She got angry i remember her eyes were red ,she could burn me with the fire , No this wasn’t possible she was the moon. Lately did i realize moonlight isn’t an everyday story. There was cloud there was half moon there was rain there was full moon .. there was nothing more than darkness, We weren’t in the blanket i mentioned at the beginning.I was in the dark clouds flying among-st the stars they seemed to know my story.. One of them asked Do u still find her? i said “off n on always on my mind” AND they left. Slowly and gradually they fell on the earth.
I could feel my self falling with the stars. Tasting the salt of the mud i bashed down on earth and saw the stars falling in the graves. Oh yes for a man on earth its the ground that digs in a grave. For stars on sky it was earth that was a grave. Broken stars they fell and crushed with mist buried them selves. the light went off,. I closed my eyes forever. All that you read right now is just a thought on her head as she sits and watches the sky. World knows she did nothing. World knows he is alive. but The stars know they are dead, all three of them, That is a dead star. Have you ever seen one?
There are a thousand overheard words on social media one of them “Priority”.
This should be co-incidental ,we gotta face these situations in life. I am hear to speak on hard realities and illusionary anecdotes that we create out of emotional urge.
Priority- It must be decisive, You have to choose among things.
Hanging out with friends-different friend groups?
Going for a job-job preference
Chilling out or completing your work
Convinving parents on something ir just losing….
ITS AN AGE OF OPTIONS. We are stuck into small circles of moments and fail to see bigger picture. It’s important that you take a stand Yes! You don’t care if you come out good or bad but you have to be Bold, Choose and Sort things it take a Second to Speak up your choice and Eliminate confusions.
World is full of Doubts,Confusions and Double Standards of People you don’t be one of them and don’t even fall into their trap.
Install a Command-Look into your benefit-Look into the larger cause-Importantly Choose Right even if it’s difficult-Speak for it-And Have Control.
We need to have Priorities
We need to choose things which are important and if you don’t fall into one Check your Standards again.
There has been a common growth to misusage of Post and Power at working sections of the society, but moreover a strategic disturbance created by fellow colleagues in an unaware environment of competition, emotional insecurity and lack of ethical understanding. Highlighting with a different point of view how struggling through the ‘Rat Race’ of 21st Century co-workers/inmates/batch-mates unknowingly plan unhealthy aura of misunderstandings and imbalance at any workplace, office or team project just in expectance of emotional satisfaction or destructive behavioral satisfaction(to find happiness at someone’s damage) that slowly initiates Harassment and Violent instinct at personal level. Making it viable for both sides and creating an delinquent tension build-up and an overall negative sphere.One of its content-Mudslinging (use of unjust ACCUSITION) consequently relates itself to Criminology ( Latin crīmen-“accusation”) proving to be an core component of crime which on daily basis is missed out.
Also the fear of stability of jobs, promotions, and politics played at working level has led to many acts that defy moral standards and hence come under our observation to be a part of Harassment(sexual on majority of the reports). Misuse of designation to force someone or spoil reputation and make a propaganda out of personal grudge has been a reported study of Victimology where it points out one of its important chapters-Victim proneness.(Environmental theory)
The increase in your strata, is the increase in competition and hence increase in your relative performance .As said’ The End justifies the means’
Referring the School of Thought the author here provides prominence to Physical and Mental Harassment describing Workplace Violence(Offices/Team Projects/Schools & Colleges),aspects of its cause(Emotional/Performed),effects(Social/Personal) and generalized uplifting of the matter in case on humanitarian consideration.
Its 4:44am,October the 13th the first day of Dushehra,the 10days festival praying Lordess Durga.
Continue reading Dushehra and The Namaz
Hearing Someone like You -Adele
make me find a way deeper sphere of imagination.
Not just what they show or what they intend to.
But to what they speak of.
True and Precise.
I understand every line of it every way it wants the listeners to think like
Speaks of every lil incident that once happened.
So I think Poetry has a new way or just a different way of expression-SONGS
THEY WRITE SONGS TO MAKE POETRY ALIVE.