Photo Credit : Vikram Phale
No
I won’t flaunt
But you see
I won’t any more
Hide
No
I won’t be proud
But you see
I won’t any more
Just stay on the side
No
I won’t lose any preciousness
Any more, in having to prove it
To every one and any one
I will just Be it
P.S. Originally published at This Glorious Mess on Medium.
Photo Credit : Vikram Phale
When feelings are mutual
The efforts are equal
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………….to stay apart …
‘ABLAZE’ – Photo by Manish Doshi
It is a visceral feeling.
The emotion of anger.
It feels like an old one. It is so physical as if ablaze.
That block, the lead block right on the core of my heart, it is heavily burrowing down. Into the deep abyss of my being.
Get it offf now!
I am angry. I am angry about smiling through it all …all these years.
I am angry that I had such positivity. ..all these years.
I am angry I had so much love and the need for love in me that I overlooked and even enjoyed this same thing.
I am angry that I wasn’t angry the first time this happened.
I am speaking the truth regarding this for the first time.
The truth that I had no idea of. The truth that was buried deep down to fulfill my other needs.
That’s it.
It has been my choice all along. To smile through it. To keep finding what is right in it. To hold it in my pot of love.
Today it is me who has changed.
It is me who has become aware of my hidden truth.
I am actually ablaze with this revelation.
With no skill whatsoever to contain it and express it, it has come as anger.
It is still visceral …yet it has changed.
The blaze has softened. I have finally seen it and honored it for what it is.
The iron block on my heart, still there.
It is so much of grief and guilt over my unskilled expression of my truth.
My assumption that it is wrong to feel this anger. That it is wrong to feel this bad, about something I accepted as normal, all my life.
Awakening to my own truth and suddenly choosing it and living it, is a very raw experience.
As if a rebirth into another person.
Definitely an unexpected guest, often an unpleasant one, in the lives of those accustomed to my smiling through it.
I decide to accept my anger for what it is.
I give myself permission to feel the human emotion of anger.
It came as a visceral wave of awakening and it has passed.
I am left with this heavy brick on my heart
I pour love for myself. Hold myself with compassion.
It is amazing to physically feel the brick soften.
And now melt and diffuse.
I feel space. I feel a soft strength.
There is a freshness in the way of my being.
There is a quiet quiet space of being.
Soothing and healing and forgiving.
I will stay immersed in this silence today.
P.S. This post is a contribution to ForgivingFridays of dear blogger Debbie. My wish is of self healing and forgiving through the process of becoming aware of our own Truth.
This post was originally published at This Glorious Mess on Medium
Photo : Pragalbha Doshi, Editing : Vikram Phale
We know there is so much to say to each other
Yet at times we don’t, a word utter
We came here with a soul contract
What makes us then at times retract
There are puzzling times trying to decide
Whether to say it or let it slide
There are other times of peace
When past spoken words bring ease
There is a feeling of contentment
After what feels like communication silent
There is relief in the assumption
The other knows exactly in intention
All that was left unsaid
So much that was often withheld
There is sometimes this entire conversation
In that which is silent communication
Yes I am foolish that way
I won’t sacrifice my simple joys every day
In an attempt of a future image to portray
I have none in my mind anyway
Yes I am foolish that way
My views can be most impracticable
I often go through the day sans any label
Yes I am foolish that way
When sometimes I get anxious or frustrated
Fact that we die any way has me comforted
Yes I am foolish that way
If you stand with me in competition
I will first give away what you need in compassion
Yes I am foolish that way
I value my every day true joy
Over something that is a futurely toy
Liquid Pearls – By Vikram Phale
If I could burrow a hole
Through your heart, maybe to your soul
Perhaps through your thinking brain
I would do so with much no refrain
I would pour some pearls of Love
And then So much love, to the point of
You would not have much choice
But to feel all of your beauty arise
P.S. Dear Debbie, I am honored to contribute this poem to ForgivingFridays. My wish is that every soul finds solace from turmoil and receives all the Love Universe has to offer. You work in forgiveness facilitates just that oh so wonderfully.
Photo Credit : Niranjana Shah
Don’t choose the difficult
Only to prove you Can choose the difficult
Choose what is Right even if it is difficult
Often it is the Simplest that is the most difficult
