#writer – Dormant Daisy

Learn To Respect Difference

There are different species of plants in my garden but not all of them let flowers bloom. Some had grown taller than my dad rest have stunted upto my knees. Sturdy,stiff or creepy there are lots of variations.Looking at them I often wonder the universe has only single source of strength that maintains growth of entire creatures on this planet; then why growth differs from one plant to other? Yesterday I was just introspecting gazing at the maple tree and I got the answer
Even though the energy is same; capacity to consume is different. The sun is just one flourishing its rays on the Earth every creature living here cannot use it in same amount. There potential to absorb,generate,destroy and decompose is different. These provide them varied anatomy and this where beauty dwells,in diversity isn’t it?
We often trouble ourselves saying if he/she could easily cope with this distress why can’t I? This interrogation is profound because yes inevitably we all are humans with equal organs and alike senses. But music everyone feels it differently. For swhen we reflect back to ourselves more consciously this question becomes irrelevant because even though our physical appearance is same our inner strength has huge difference,our mind composition and approach of every individual varies.
For instance when a group of people listen to the sameome the silent music could be a medium of peace,for some it may symbolise departure or for some it could be a secret romanticism with beloved.
What I basically mean is everyone is different in one way of other; respecting this difference makes us stronger and unique. Let your growth not be your growth alone but a fount of learning for millions. EVOLUTION IS PROCESS AND PROCESS IS THE ESSENCE OF BEAUTY.

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SHE

Good morning everyone

The night

The pink sky with wavering clouds once kissed me exuberantly.But now every time I glance towards it I feel void in me exploding leaving me in overused state.Every song on my playlist reminds me of you; it inflicts me and I turn it off before it starts playing the song that you sang for me when we met for the first time on the fifth street. I fear that listening to the same song may carry me to old times, the same old world which is now colourless. I remember it was once showered with beliefs, the iridescence of spellbound symphonies,the cuddle under the sheets and the Serene waves of the sea shore on our feets adding firmness to our love. Every time I think of this I smile with pendulous tears in my eyes.
Now all I have is the insipid world.I feel cursed. I live in disgust just to know why my soul is getting heavier and heavier everyday, every moment.
© Aesthetic world

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Paper Hearts

Believing you was like searching trails of stars that entangled themselves in constellations of twilight sky.
Your vivid blue eyes were the oceans of all the thoughts I had someday drowned inside and then tied them into the strings with one end in your tender plams and the next one embroidered on my heart beats.Every word you uttered reached to me as a melody which stays timeless on my lips on my lips. I kept learning how to really sense rhythm in your breaths and move my feets towards you from miles away. I kept summarising your definition in a different language which became oblivion for everyone; but to you it was straight call asking my secrets to be embraced in your arms.

When music kept fading, crowds kept vanishing; my muse emerged to you as a promising kiss over your scars that travellers stabbed on your back.
In snowbound December my heart soaked with blues lost its dimensions and the sonnets you icicled on the strings kept slacking it; bringing us closer to each other. When my heart could not beat any more, when my soul could not be recognised anymore, it choose to mingle with you.

I died for you and little bit in you reciting all those poems you wrote over me.You could hear me and feel me as ebullient butterflies in your belly.You kept discovering me all over you which eventually offered me rebirth.This time I choose to spent my entire life within you.Instead to being a sinner I choose to dwell in your sacred soul and I learned what it’s like to be

pure,compassionate and loyal.
Being you I realised blues are not always grief;sometimes it is the medium making us inextricable.Beyond the boundaries of black and white we are just one. ‘A Solitude Soul’.
After all you were a poet with folksy blues and I had paper heart.

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