Human just like you all..

I mainly talk about woman and her feelings for that I am and experience life from her eye only. But I always believe to feel life more you should feel it by walking in everyone’s shoes once a while that’s the way life will be live more, feel more.. So today I thought I should try myself in man shoes a bit let’s see how right or how wrong I go there… Short poetry by female trying to think what man thinks.

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” I am the man , assumed with all the power in my hand,, the master of perfection,, the saviour of all..

Why am i the God ?? Ever Tried to consider me as human,one full of errors like you all..Why I need to be a saviour?? May be I Am the one who need to be saved like you all..

Provider I assume to be always,, baggage with responsibilities,, Man to be always..

Why I can’t be a taker of perks , why my responsibilities can’t be share, why the boy within me can’t live..

Don’t make me God, I am just a human, don’t judge me for being weak, don’t baggage me with what I don’t wan,, don’t kill the boy within me who just wan to keep running bare footed in a field..

I am a man with a boy inside me , human hungry for love and care like all, scared of darkness and violence like all, weak and frustrated in my lonely hours, full of emotions, vulnerable not lack of empathy just like you all…

Just a human like you all… ”

~sneha

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Nothing last..

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She was lonely but yet content ,no complaints, just made peace with what she had…

No one was with her but yet she was happy with small stuffs of world… returning smile to little kids roaming around, feeling beauty of  blossoming of a flowers around, relishing aroma of dry mud when meet drops of water out of blue…

Her life was not that bad it was content with what she have, she was happy in her solitude…

But what is in this world which last forever…One pleasant day her door was knocked with all the happiness , she was not hoping for to come by any day, but for how long? she doesn’t want to guess, just don’t want to think of losing her fairy world, fantasy world no wonder what a magic it holds..

It was beautiful, everything seems to fall in line, all world seems to be smiling at her and she back to them, her world was full of love, care and concern which she never thought would be for her, not lonely any long but content like always, though was swinging in swing of emotions now..

But what is in this world which last forever.. The happiness which knocked her door kissed her goodbye soon, was not knowing life of loneliness is so long and love so short, never ever she thought it will  last only like a fling…

Loneliness came along once again but it took all her being content she felt once with whatever she have,emptiness was now there, solitude was like killing, what little she had is all lost now, feeling tired, lacking empathy, lost in dark..

Emptiness took the smile she returns, no essence of life was existing for her now, no hope was better when it was content, but she don’t know how to live now, wondering hoping for better to come when none may never come or accepting few like her are meant to be alone always …

Forgetting the power of time beholden, lost in dark, wondering where she lies,
Forgot there is nothing in this world which last forever..

~sneha

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Heart and mind

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I wonder who are the people whose heart and mind don’t fight I reckon just like a blissful house with no fights…
I , victim of conflicts of my heart and mind,,  reckon they are just over pampered kids of mine..
My mind is full of complaints of my favouring little heart a lot, and little heart complaining my listening to big mind a lot,, I think for a while and wonder, do I ?
No matter how much they fight , no matter whom I favour ,  no matter whom I listen to,  for at last It proved like always I am just a newbie whom life is busy shaping up, and time was winner like always nor mind ,nor heart nor me..

~sneha

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She wants to hate him

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Life was lived in those happy days before good bye was said..moments full of joy and love was lived once, before departing was decided .. Easy for a man to walk away as love is a gambling game for him always..
Woman left in her solitude wishing to hate the one from whom the tears were caused , her heart was broken, her soul was shattered, the love she showered was judged, pain was her ultimate company given in turn of pure love she showered once.
Woman heart full of love unknown to world of hatred, no matter how hard she try to hate the man who left her on her own she end up forgiving the one,understanding the boyish nature of man who loved her once.
Whenever memory haunts, whenever tears flow, whenever her heart start cursing him, she remember how love was shown how beautiful she felt, what fairy world she lived and she end up thanking the one she wanted to hate for giving  her tour to  that life once.
Woman heart giver, forgiver, full of care, ocean of love, fail to hate once again like always…

~sneha

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Strong woman and her weakness

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She is a beautiful lady, wonder woman, dealing with the world alone, strong like a hill, shattered in love , yet hadn’t cursed the faith she behold.

Moving ahead with wave of time, giving world the best she have, tired of life testing her, yet haven’t given up till now and refuses to compromise on what comes to her way , trashing all the road sides Romeo’s at side for she knows they are just another pain and not the comfort of love needed for her.

Moving ahead with head up high, giving damn to what the world keep saying, She is one of her own, doing always what she feel is right, even make her critics wonder how she survive.

But woman love is crazy when she meets the man of her dream she turn as a wet cat in a rain, making all errors in  what she says, make him think her as another dumb girl he passes by, Words she choose to speak start fumbling ,  sounding like a crazy kid.

The strength and confidence she owns all lost in air in seconds, leaving her as a crazy teenager cursing her fumbling, Lady of content become a  girl making her man think of her as weak, vulnerable and dependent one, thus letting him leave her in storm of world alone and getting busy in dreaming of his own strong independent woman he dream of loving every day.

~sneha

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Beep Beep Boop and let see what the world beholds

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Beep Beep Boop and here goes the expressing wings,

Write and tell us what your eyes see, what your mind observe and what your heart feels.

Tell us what you behold inside, tell us what you oberve from outside.

Beep Beep Boop and here goes the expressing wings,

Come in our world and see it from our eyes, take us to your world and give us tour from your side.

Take a picture, write a poetry, essay or a short story or give it a start and write a haiku and make us live your world the way you want.

Beep Beep Boop and here goes the expressing wings…

~Sneha

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120 seconds of different life I felt at traffic signal

Empty roads , greenery around ,cool winds blowing playing with my hairs making me tickle Riding back to home at speed of 80. And Here comes the Traffic roads causing me to leave all the fun of driving behind and thus came red light making me halt here for  120 seconds.
Here it’s the time where something strike you out of blue but today no random thoughts, not remembering some forgotten work , but is a sad reality of life which strike me here , at red light what I saw is a life enough to shattered me, poverty to make me sadden enough..
Two kids aging around 5 -6 one dressed and had make up of a monkey another with a stick and a tiny drum , performing a small art of monkey dance and collecting money on this signal. I wonder is this the childhood they have ? Is this the only game they are made to play ? Is’nt it their age to enjoy the dramas, to understand and relish what entertainment is all about, how can  these little kids are left to earn their living? art of begging involving the kids, read about it number of times but never imagined it exist in my weirdest dream, I thought it’s wrong but then i saw traffic police sideling them to corner stopping them from disturbing us.
I wanted to do something for them but right now not in position to do any. But gladly I got candies in my purse , I bend down to pick my purse from floor of my scooter where it’s resting, but I forgot I am @ red light and here this 120 seconds got over in my thinking about the scenario around, green light blink, and time which i always curse for lasting so long i curse it for slipping so fast. Vehicles start honking giving me no time to take out candies for those little kids and despite of feeling their pain and wanting to give them something I cowardly  left those pleading eyes in my rush..

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Blogging is a beautiful gift one can give to themselves indeed

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I m not a writer, yet I write here. I m a newbie in this world . sometime I write bad, sometime just fine, sometime worth reading. But whatever I write all is a mirror of my soul and mind. Therefore bad or good all give peace to me once I finish with them.
But this blogging is not only about what we express and how we express but it also give us a chance to read different kind of work , to understand world from others eye, to connect us with anonymous different writers, to live different life through reading their work. Itz like putting yourself in their shoes and living what they felt through their work.
Once in a school i remember we had a story explaining us the importance of reading , how man being in a solitude lived his life and got fine knowledge of world being in an imprisonment for 20 years just by being in a contact with all kind of books and in habit of reading them where as his friend was in depression and living a miserable life in spite of having a good social and family life.
Story remembered here for that’s what this blogging giving us life, inspiration, knowledge of understanding and knowing world better. Yha I agree being social is an important part of life and I m  not a nerd too . But how can i not talk about and praise the thing which is giving me and teaching me so much daily in my life. The platform which give me inspiration from within, make me confident by making me meet myself , the one where i came to know I m not alone whole world is like me. How can I not talk about it.
We all have pains , we all have beauty of life inside. Things shared here are talking about the same in one or other way. When we are disappointed the pain of others give us inspiration if they can live with it then we can live with our’s too. Beauty of life shared here give us hope show us rainbow in dark sky’s giving us a message that life has this beauty and we may get to live it too one day, as we ourselves had lived it a bit while reading it.
Pouring ourselves out give us a peace of mind and soul, confidence to deal with ourselves and the surroundings. Once i read somewhere talking is good , and  keeping things inside kill man. So here is our saviour where we keep talking, keep sharing whatz inside us. Keeping listing what other’s have. And even if someone is lonely they are never alone if they have this beautiful friend with them. Blogging is a beautiful gift one can give to themselves indeed. And I Am thankful to it. I can’t thank every article i read here which make me live them while i m reading them, which inspires me, which teach me something  but through this blog a big thank to them and to wordpress for making me meet and live the new world , new life.

~sneha

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