Walking Towards Hope

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by:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI

Your sweet memories
Folding me tenderly
Entrapped in you.
While tranquil melodies play in my mind
Subduing my fears
Our relationship is not
Based on lightheartedness.
Losing track of time
Just waiting to be discovered.
We thrive in a place
Where laughter floats on the wind
Where two people can learn to love
And not be burdened by fear.

*

Fire between us
A subdued intoxicated thing,
Will become alive,
From a single spark
And breathe warmth back into my heart again.
We share a light
Which spills out of your eyes and into mine.
Your breath and mine; entwined,
I could dance all night to your heartbeat against mine.
You spin me around, my heart in your hand.
You take my hand or go around my waist.
The rise and fall of the waves’ trough and crest,
Parallels with my head on your broad chest.

*

As I try to fall asleep with a subdued heart.
I free myself from the ever imprisoning gates of fate
And walk towards hope…

 —–XxXxX—–

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©Ranjeeta Nath Ghai,  atrangizindagieksafar, 2016.

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Top of the Elevenses/Brunch #44

Today, I take a look at the bullies and I feel a structured extra  care that should be given to the bullies by their parents, teachers and education authorites.  I say care not punishment, because I believe the bullies are suffering themselves from some kind of hurt or lack.  They in turn put upon others who they think they can victimise.

This is the mindset of the bully that needs to be changed through talking, counselling, giving them quality time and love.

A Salmon and Cucumber Sandwich, Fruits and Green Tea sufficed while I contemplated the above.

A Clumsy Little Human

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By:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI

Tripping. Falling. Slipping.
Fumbling. Collapsing. Stumbling.
Trust me she’s done it all.
From falling on her face,
To tripping from first base.
Running into some doors,
Scraping her knees,
Plus ending up on floors.
She’s a clumsy little human.

*

Through forty-six (and a half) years of clumsiness,
The universe has always whispered to her,
To fix the relationships before they’re lost.
With a little glue and a lot of patience.
Never hurting anyone on purpose,
However careful she might try to be,
Still sometimes things,
They’ll fall out of her clumsy hands.
She’s a clumsy little human.

*

She never tries to impress,
Tripping and fall through door frames
Always landing unannounced.
Sometimes when she goes out,
She sports a raggedy awful dress.
In the little crevices of her heart; where the past is hidden,
The fear settles as a dust,
Nibbling away at a fragile foundation, for
She’s a clumsy little human.

*

And if you are just a teeny-weeny bit
Clumsy just like her,
You’ll know how hard life can be…!
We’ve all got cracks and blemishes,
Wrinkles in our character.
We are all born a little crooked it seems.
Rising and setting with the sun,
Profit slaves; desperate to break their screens,
But Mauli…! She’s just a clumsy little human.

*

But there’s still hope, my darling Mauli.
Your clumsy fingers still give off warmth
And every hasty breath of yours
Is akin to a powerful wind
Destined for great heights.

—–XxXxX—–

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©Ranjeeta Nath Ghai,  atrangizindagieksafar, 2016.

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Below is my first published Poetry Book “Mann ki Aarzoo,” which is available on Notion Press, Amazon, Bookadda, Infibeam and Kindle.

https://notionpress.com/read/mann-ki-aarzoo

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Counting Broken Promises

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By:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI

I wonder sometimes,
Why people make promises?
Promises they won’t be able to keep.
Promises they’ll break.
Do they want to keep us safe?
Or is it just a way,
To postpone an issue?

*

Promising words not,
Followed by actions is like,
Darkness, at the edge of the sight.
So many pretty promises,
Are wrapped with lovely words.
And fastened together,
With illusions of hope.

*

Examining them closely,
And holding them in my hands,
I felt there, the absence of weight.
Breaking a promise is destroying the trust,
In the most simple way possible.
I finally understood,
Why storms are named after people.

—–XxXxX—–

© All Rights Reserved.
©Ranjeeta Nath Ghai,  atrangizindagieksafar, 2016.

Like, Follow, Comment and Inspire.
Your likes and comments are highly valued…
And they make my day…
🙂

Below is my first published Poetry Book “Mann ki Aarzoo,” which is available on Notion Press, Amazon, Bookadda, Infibeam and Kindle.

https://notionpress.com/read/mann-ki-aarzoo

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Be Slow To Argue

Be slow to argue by purposive writer

I do not like arguments. Not because I am afraid to be proven wrong; but because to be proven right leaves a heavy burden on my shoulders. In arguments the persons involved only have one goal: to prove they are right. And when proven wrong they walk out angry and guilty; thinking to themselves they lose face. All because, most often than not, people reason out of emotions and not out of logical thinking. What they have in mind is, how others see them, how their “reputation” would look like the moment they would be proven wrong. To the point that they would twist the truth and fabricate stories just to get out of the mess clean.

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An Answer You Don’t Want

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By:- rANJEETA nATH gHAI

Why do you write?
What is the need to write?
Your first book didn’t sell…!
You indulged in this nonsense once,
Now I won’t back you for another…!
Bickering. Bitterness.
Isn’t that a wonderful response your spouse gives you?
When you tell him of your dream.
When did we get so good at this?
Causing each other pain.

*

Unnecessary arguments they say…
Really? Is that really so?
Nobody is interested you say.
But how much interest do you show in my work?
Mostly insensitive and defensive
That’s how they are;
Our arguments.
Now the quarrels have lulled and grievances have been aired.
But the sting and snap of your words still remain.
Etched in my soul.

*

At argument’s end
I’m left with this muddy chasm
Of your malcontent
With the memory of your uncherished words
A spontaneous outburst;
Spoken in haste and anger;
Yet each so vividly demeaning,
Supported with vehement arguments.
My canvas is the same as yours; white with a solid surface.
Made to fill with shapes and patterns of varying sizes.

*

The only difference is that
You use more logic and practicality
And I…
I use color, dreams and words.

—–XxXxX—–

© All Rights Reserved.
©Ranjeeta Nath Ghai,  atrangizindagieksafar, 2016.

Like, Follow, Comment and Inspire.
Your likes and comments are highly valued…
And they make my day…
🙂

Below is my first published Poetry Book “Mann ki Aarzoo,” which is available on Notion Press, Amazon, Bookadda, Infibeam and Kindle.

https://notionpress.com/read/mann-ki-aarzoo

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Beyond Borders

Beyond Borders

One typical day, you are walking down the street to get some fresh air. Suddenly, you feel a tingling in your stomach. You seem to be hungry. So you look around to buy some food.

There is this stall you see at the end of the street that sells some food. You enter inside and look for something that may look delicious for your taste. From behind the counter the owner emerges, greets you and asks what do you want.

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Stronger without spouse?

If you are stronger without him,
Then you are strong indeed;
And I say, “Bravo!”
If you are strong without her,
Then you are strong indeed;
And I say, “Bravo!”
That is what it should be;
Learn to stand on your feet;
To grip any blows that come;
And fling them back;
Crying adult-babies get no sympathy;
Instead, more blows reign on them;
Be strong even without him;
Be stronger without him.
If he cannot stay;
Be strong even without her;
Be stronger without her;
If she cannot stay.

I got inspiration to write this poem from a comment on my site by Sweet Sana. Thank you, lovely friend, for inspiring me with your comment!

Unmasking Our True Selves

unmasking our true selves

Facade. At some point in our life we use them; to conceal a pain, a tear, an anger, or maintain gracefulness, or just show off some strength.

There is one person who has a high-profile in her community because of her achievements. She is very strict to her subordinates, and at times unable to control her mood. She just lashes out at everybody around her. But at times, when she could no longer contain her pain, she would cry out. She shows vulnerability in spite of her frightening facade.

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May you’d find inspiration from Purposive Writer‘s little stories and life musings.

Have a purposeful day!

~Nezel

 

Big Thank You!

a big thank you

It is my greatest pleasure to be here in Your Success Inspirer as a member of Blogger Solidarity Society. My big thanks to Sir Ngobesing Romanus for sharing with me this space. I am overwhelmed and excited.

I used to thrive in my comfort zone, speaking unto myself and listening to my own thoughts. When I started my own blog I thought I would read it alone. But when I received the good feedback, I easily felt someone cares and shares his/her time. Slowly I opened my world to others and cautiously entered into their world too. I then realized it is not a threatening world after all. Truly, God will lead us to places where we could grow the most.

It is my heart’s grandest desire that others maybe inspired from the thoughts I share and from my journey as well; with all the victories and the heartbreaks. May God bless my purpose. The journey here is the start of it.

May we inspire and learn from each other.

You may view more of my posts at purposivewriter.wordpress.com. Thank you and wishing you well.

~Nezel