If you have anything which others are
deprived of, learn to be kind to them.
Don't preach them to let go of a dream.
Don't teach them to compromise.
Be a source of positivity to everyone around you.
Don't ask people to live with unfulfilled dreams,
when you have done everything to fulfill yours.
So when you have a choice, choose to be kind.
Be a listening heart. ❤-
बिना रुके, बिना कहे
जो चुप चाप सब की सहे,
वो है, मेरी माँ!
सब अपनी अपनी कहते तुमसे,
कया कोई तुम्हे भी पूछता है?
तुम सबका धयान रखती हो,
पर तुमहारा धयान किसको है?
तुम थकी हुई, या पड़ी बिमार,
पर किसी को ना आता तुम्हारा खयाल!
तुम अकेली लड़ती हर मुशकिल से,
और कोई ना लेता तुमहारा हाल!
काश तुमहे भी कुछ पल मिल पाएं,
काश दो घड़ी तुम चैन में सो पाओ,
काश तुमहें किसी का काम ना हो,
काश तुमहारे हिस्से भी आराम हो!
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Anyone who lives longer than usual, is someone,
who has given too much.
May be they stay a bit longer to see, if it was worth it.
May be universe intends to tell them and see,
Who they've given every bit of themselves when
roads were smooth,
and who is holding them when the path is tougher.
The pain they'll pass through will not last forever,
but the reality, the reality they'll carry forever!-
It takes a lot to be a Mom.
It takes a lot to be My Mom.
It takes sleepless nights. It takes tired bones and flesh.
It takes a struggled life for life,
It takes blood to be a daughter, mother and wife.
It takes zero complaints and it takes magnanimous heart.
It takes no rest for a body, it takes working endlessly in an old age.
It takes full time presence for others, it takes God level patience.
It takes standing alone in crisis, it takes sun's heat to fall and rise.
May this universe bless everyone with my Mom's heart, may this world have more selfless her kinda people.
May she not have to fight her battles alone.
May she be blessed and shine on.-
She held her pen, gripped tight and pondered over life.
Hours and hours exhausted while she
recalled every emotion.
Tears trickled down, corroding the skin.
And paper remained blank, pen remained still,
heart was full and nothing oozed out.
May be, that was the real piece ever.
Soul which found no outlet and
Writing, which found no words.-
She was sent to strive alone.
No ear to hear her, no shoulder to cry on.
One in many, miserable and unfortunate,
Deprived of happiness , with dark fate.
Nothing exists to hold her when fragile,
Long roads of pain, and fake hope in the eyes.
She breaks everyday, and gather her pieces,
For she knows, no one will pick her ashes.
Hopes are crushed, desires are dead,
May she finds her lost self after her end.-
Being misunderstood and accused of things is
the heaviest baggage we carry.
No more capable of fixing it and
no more capable of carrying it.-
The conversation between two acquaintances.
One was wealthy and settled while the other was unprivileged and poor.
"So, how's life going on?" Asked the wealthy person.
"Time is hard. No source of earning due to pandemic, struggling to afford a day's meal, surviving on roads and striving hard to live" Replied the poor man.
Wealthy person -"Hmmm but that's not even bad.You are fortunate. You don't have to go to job and work under pressure, manage huge money or pay tax like me. You don't eat much food so you'll never be obese. And not having your own house is cherry on the cake, you'll never have to spend money on it's up keeping. Just think, you're so lucky, you are free from all the stress. Infact I am living a harsh life managing all these luxuries."
So, if you have such motivating people in life,
you should be clear with what to do with them.
Let's never be this kind of supportive. It's toxic.
Be the strength of someone. Keep their hope alive.-