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Thank you … reached 250k followers … 🙏🌸
Baat labon pe aa ke ruk Jaaye…. Saanson mein saans tumhari bas jaaye … Reh jaaye kuch khwab baaki 💕
Zindagi ko jeene ka maksad mil jaaye …. ( Bhumika Chawla )
Ek Arsa beet gaya…
A heart touching poem being shared as received ———————————
Sometimes in the dark of the night,
I visit my conscience
To see if it is still breathing,
For its dying a slow death
Every day.
When I pay for a meal in a fancy place.
An amount which is perhaps the monthly income
Of the guard who holds the door open.
And quickly I shrug away that thought,
It dies a little.
When I buy vegetables from the vendor,
And his son “chhotu” smilingly weighs the potatoes,
Chhotu, a small child, who should be studying at school.
I look the other way
It dies a little.
When I am decked up in a designer dress,
A dress that cost a bomb
And I see a woman at the crossing,
In tatters,trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity.
And I immediately roll up my window.
It dies a little.
When I buy expensive gifts for my children,
On return, I see half clad children,
With empty stomach and hungry eyes,
Selling toys at red light
I try to save my conscience by buying some, yet
It dies a little.
When my sick maid sends her daughter to work,
Making her bunk school
I know I should tell her to go back.
But I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes,
And I tell myself that is just for a couple of days
It dies a little.
When I hear about a rape
or a murder of a child,
I feel sad, yet a little thankful that it’s not my child.
I can not look at myself in the mirror,
It dies a little.
When people fight over caste creed and religion.
I feel hurt and helpless
I tell myself that my country is going to the dogs,
I blame the corrupt politicians,
Absolving myself of all responsibilities
It dies a little.
When my city is choked.
Breathing is dangerous in the smog ridden metropolis,
I take my car to work daily ,
Not taking the metro,not trying car pool.
One car won’t make a difference, I think
It dies a little.
So when in the dark of the night,
I visit my conscience
And find it still breathing
I am surprised.
For, with my own hands
Daily, bit by bit, I kill it, I bury it….
… 🌸
Aaina bhi kya kamaal ki Cheez hai
Ek pal dekho toh chehra nazar aata hai… aur dekhte raho toh andar chupa sach nazar aata hai … izzat bhi kamaal ki cheez hai
Log dete hai toh khud pe garv hota hai …
Koi Raaz Ho Dil mein toh khud hi insaan khud se sharmsaar hota hai ( Bhumika Chawla )
Dreams …… black and white 🙂 with a bit of colour filled in them 🌸 Good night….
Taking a leap of faith 😊 Good morning sunshine 😊 let’s do what we fear doing 🙂 🌸
Point to Ponder :
Your energy is currency,
spend it well. invest it wisely.
Shûbhadinā ❤. Thank you Shreyas for your morning messages . Always something to be reminded of or to learn
Revealing too much kills it …. let there be Bhram … jo hai nazar Mai woh sach nahi …… aur jo nahi nazar aata , Wahi sach hai !
Just for fun 🙂 keeping the child within oneself alive is the most important part of living life 🌸 staying alive and not just existing … trying to make each day a tad bit more exciting 😊
Life is all about giving up on your fears … flying high in the sky … until we go to the unknown territory …. we won’t know what we are capable of 🌸
One word …. the essence and power of which when followed and felt is deeper than oceans and stronger than mountains … 🌸
Memories … Africa .. 2018
Wow 🙂 … Sweta so looking forward to placing orders .. for those of you who stay in Mumbai and suburbs pls order here for the most yummy eggless cakes 🙂 🌸
