Compassion is today's statement of life!
Share, give and stand together to support others.
May all be blessed with the beautiful life we are living today.
With one hand you caress your beloved pet DOG.
On your other hand is your favourite fried CHICKEN.
We are 'Humans' 😊
Late night walk!
The moon peeked out from the clouds & said, "A late night walk will really help you in soothing down to a good night sleep.
It's good for your soul."
"Don't you think It's the time to talk to your inner self?"
My heart, "smiled"
My heart said, "inner self?" There's a disconnect with the inner self, in this busy world, does anybody has time to talk to inner self?
The moon said, "I do understand that the city chaos and things around makes it more messy for you. I don't expect you to understand each & everything that I say, but I want you to understand that peace does not mean that you are in a place where there is no noise & trouble around you, then you find time to get re...
It’s really difficult when the people “closest” to me, like my immediate family, I know are capable of kindness & compassion, but don’t feel I am worth it. That I deserve it. People hear one side, that is so false, and believe it without even asking me. My family doesn’t offer to take me to appointments. My family doesn’t offer to help, yet everyone thinks they do and I’m just not accepting it. It’s not the case.
I’ve realized that between neurotypicals & neurodivergants there is a language barrier which has contributed to all this discrimination. This gene mutation explains some (a big part) the rise in mental health issues, as well as regular health issues and 40% of the population are car...
the space isn't empty, it's full of virtual particulars, it's virtual, yes, but space is full of it, the existence is the default, nothingness is not, even if existence is virtual, it still the default.
So heaven is exist too, no matter it's virtual or not, at least it exists in our minds and hopes.
Yeap, hell is the same too.
We can chose, to make heaven for everyone and send hell to nothingness for ever; and if we do, our world well be fantastic.
This letter is for victims childs of war machine in Syria
and of course.
for all the war machine drivers
Crime has no face
It lives in no country
It wears no political colour
It is not religion
It has no colour
And it cares not for humanity
If you care know these.
The greed of men wields power to guns and feels not the power in their voices
The anger in hearts sees no light and never welcomes sunrise
The hiding places are fortresses to the evil minds
The ones who seeks vengeance in this life and questions not the grounds they stand
The escape roots— let us fill the loopholes the gods created
Hide behind religion and control the weakest of minds.
The wars of the old are tomorrows of forlorn hopes for the kids
The kings of tomorrows becomes the slaves of today...
ಕಿತ್ತು ತಿನ್ನುವರು ಕೊರಳ ಕೊಯ್ಯುವರು
ತಿಂದು ತೇಗುವರು ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ಬಾಕರು
ಬಗೆದು ತಿನ್ನುವರು ಬಾಯೊಳು ಬರಿ ನೆತ್ತರು
ಕಲಿಗಾಲದ ಕೂಳ ತಿಂದವರು
ತುಡಿಯರು ತುತ್ತು ಇಲ್ಲದರ
ಸಜ್ಜನರ ಸುಲಿದು ಬಡಿಸುವರು
ಭೂತ ಪ್ರೇತಗಳ ಉಣಿಸಿ ಬೀಗುವರು
ಕಲಿಗಾಲದ ಕೂಳ ತಿಂದವರು
ಸುರ ಸುಪ್ಪತ್ತಿನ ಕಾಲ್ದುಳಿಯಾಗುವರು
ಮತ್ಸರದ ಬೀಜ ಬಿತ್ತಿಹರು
ಕುರುಡರು ಕಾಂಚಾಣದ ತವಕದೊಡು
ಕಲಿಯುಗದ ಕೂಳ ತಿಂದವರು
Vinay P Sanatan
Automation- A Destination Without Rescue.
A change is taking place,
Creativity is being Silenced.
Workers Replaced by Automation,
Unemployment Across The Nation.
Cheaper The Humanity,
A new type of Insanity.
The transition of life from series of mechanisms, To still with a single Mechanical Shriek,
A flash.. An exposure to light, went invisible.
A change is taking place,
Creativity is being Silenced.
Higher the law-beats the foundation,
Cracks of it, integrates morphic generation.
Driving down the same latitude,
Skepticism played it’s pointy in the cracks of mind
An internalized confined silence in a hologram secrets of ages,
An inundation in the land of Aut...
Stop ... is this really how we want to live. Always looking back over our shoulders at the shadows of our past. Constantly fighting a war that no one will win, as long as we continue to meet ignorance with ignorance. It doesn’t matter how, when or what color we were born. We are all born in the middle, trying to understand our beginning before reaching our ending of this story called Life!!! Stop reacting and let’s start Acting!!
I neglected the best people that need my support, this community to try to fit in somewhere else. To try to be there for others, find a way to volunteer but from the comfort of my own home, without restrictions.
Why stray when I fit in here? I don’t know, but lesson learned. It was a mistake.
I shared my story & after observing for over a month, guided bullying and judging people reaching out for support, not wanting to get involved for fear of being a “tattle tale”.
Last week was hard. I was told no dr in my reach even knows about my mutation nor are willing to try to understand (so far in my experience). I also mentioned that we be respectful to people & not call people “attention seeke...
He just lays in bed
Head phones block out his triggers
I'm longing to speak
But there's nothing I can say
So my child questions
My unconditional love
Anxiety steals. JD
A triple haiku true story
#bed #HeadPhones #child #CMNounChallenge #WritingPrompts
There's a reason why people say "Everything in life is a choice".
We all have choices to make as long as there is "life". When the end comes, it comes. It doesn't offer any choice at that moment. We have ONE LIFE. Just ONE LIFE. Let's live it with ABUNDANCE of Happiness, Peace, Health, Wealth, Bliss and of course LOADS OF LOVE...
Do you believe in arrange marriages ? Because I always skip a beat thinking of how will it be ? What everything will be like ? Will he love me for who I am ? Will he accept me for everything I am ? Will he be like my mom always next to me ? Will he be like what i’ll be like to him ?
Just scares the shit outta me. I hope whatever it brings, it brings the best for me you and everyone.
And when I met you I realised people like you are simply not in the
Nebula as I am.
"Forgotten Values create Humanities End"
Not written for a while on Lettrs but there was a sad thought in my mind. I was not sure today when the first line of this came in to my mind quite how to get to the story I wanted in a the few short lines of an Ode. Got there eventually now I would like to share the thought here.
If Dragons were real, with their fiery breath,
And Knights to hunt them, to fight to the death,
Swords against scales, surrounded in flames,
Codes that gave honour, made legend of names,
Fought hard with true heart, pure honest courage,
Never for themselves, others hopes salvage,
Technology now, our new burning threat,
Destroying much more, than past monsters ...
I urge ye to hoist up a banner
Not in any thoroughfare, street or city,
But once in the encephalon, twice in the heart
This the gashed and maimed verse of humanity.
Prismatic beings we all are
A scrupule conscience we house, a privilege, a right
But oh why witness the horrific manifestation
Blandly dancing in the helpless sight?
Tepid tears buddy the terra firma
A dusty dialogue driven by gravity,
But 'tis the seamless flow of blood that gushes more
An escalation of sheer barbarity.
A slender body bestowed with a gargantuan duty
To one day lead the world to immense wonders,
But 'tis the absence of humanity that prevails
That contrives the sickening attack which incessantly thunders.
The Things I’d Do (Closeted)
You know what it’s like to kiss her lips and I don’t.
You were probably too drunk to even remember.
She told me she was too drunk to remember,
But her friends were sober enough not to forget.
The things I’d do for that memory he stows—
Just a sliver of myself prays
That I see your face when I turn a corner
Or see you standing there when I open a door,
But even if I were to, I would forget to breathe
For just a moment, but then
I’d choose to carry on by, unscathed.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened
If I really showed up to your house that night,
The one when you begged for me to come over.
Luckily I was smart enough to tell that it w...
Dear M (3) (1)
So with respect to the topic „physical closeness”. I need to start with this right away and work it off in a sensible, but decisive (and finally, a tiny bit, speak 7% emotional) way (I do allow myself to express some emotions from time to time), else I feel I might explode and this is neither wanted nor necessary on my side (so much for embracing one’s feelings). Please stop advertising and bludgeon me with your special configuration of needing “physical contact” at every occasion that is offered (or rather and primarily imagined), you are not that singular. You are being very smug and childishly arrogant in your assumption that I did not understand the effect or importance ...
Best wishes to you, have a wonderful awesome day by smiling every time you can because if you do that, others will do that too. It’s contiguous and it’s the best illness one can give to others.
So please smile more often and spread the smiling Illness. 1,2,3 GO!
That moment it hits
Those little people you breathe for are growing quickly and beautifully before your eyes...
Little people developing,growing & amazing me daily...
Best little friends in the world...The love they have for each other is extraordinary, instinct, fierce Love..
Pride in what I do daily, sacrifice without question..
The only love worth living for..