Invictus

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I heard the poem first in an episode of The Blacklist. I went back and heard it again, and again and again….

I had to have it on my blog , for all the moments to go back and read the blog entries.

It gives me strength- the poem – it strengthens my will power to move forward, to take charge, make tough decisions and be brave enough to face the consequences. Afterall, i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul!

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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

~ William Ernest Henley

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Happy New Year!

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2016 has been a constant reminder that life is too short and can end in the blink of an eye. Be good and kind to people before you’re gone! ~via (Quotes ‘nd Notes)

Happy 2017! May the world see sanity, kindness, honesty and peace ~ yours truly 🙂

 

Love….?

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“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can’t stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that’s a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!” ~ C. JoyBell C.

Existence

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Pighle neelam sa behta hua yeh samaan, neeli neeli si khamoshiyan, na kahin hai zameen na kahin aasmaan … sarsaraati huyi tehniyan pattiyan, keh rahi hai ki bas ek tum ho yahan … sirf main hoon meri saansein hai aur meri dhadkane, aisi gehraiyan, aisi tanhaiyan, aur main sirf main … apne hone pe mujhko yakeen aa gaya ~ Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

*This moment flows like a molten sapphire with deep blue silence, neither there is the earth nor the sky … the rustling branches and leaves, are saying that only you are here … only me, my breathe and my heartbeat, the deepness, the loneliness, and me and only me … all makes me believe in my existence*

Travel

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Travel. As much as you can. As far as you can. Life is not meant to be lived in one place!

Happy 2015!

Get on with it!

It is one of my attempts at poetry. I am honestly not sure if I have done a good job here, though i sure can be better! It is inspired by the writings of Felicity Johns

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We held hands and laughed with each other
We fell in love here, remember?
Memories of those days remain vivid in my mind
Until they start blurring with the happenings that were unkind

And then silence – like you hold right now – until the moment I crack
Days pass and weeks just go by as I pretend to be normal and hold my tears back
Your rejection or may be indifference, not sure which hurts the most
But now I must snap out of it and draw it to a close

I spent important moments of my life waiting for you
A substantial period, just thinking about us two
Its time to stop, take my life ahead
Take total control of it and steer it with a clear head

It feels impossible – how do I just detach from someone held so dear?
The friend in me gives me no choice as she lays it out in terms very clear –
‘Someday, and someday soon you have to reach there young lady
Till then the golden mantra is ‘fake it till you make it baby!’

Bloom

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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom ~ Anais Nin

Blue!

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“…the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquility unbroken by fickle dreams.” ~ L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island