Life after Death!

Life after death is still a big question and possesses a commensurate and inexplicable nature of its own. Over the times many philosophers, writers & poets have presented a combination of optimism and pessimism to discover the possibility of life after death. Christianity is literally the largest of all religions with a following of around 850 million and it does not belong to any particular cultural group.

So according to Roman Catholic doctrine those souls who have done not much good nor many sins enter a place called 'Purgatory' and only after spending a considerable time are allowed to enter heaven. Purgatory also provides a partial explanation of the state of many souls between the individual judgments and having purged away their sins in this intervening period souls would be ready to enter heaven. Those consigned to hell are said to be excluded forever from God's presence and cut off from all happiness.

According to I Thessalonians 4,New Testament

"For the lord himself shall descend from
heaven with a shout, with the voice of the
archangel, and with the trump of God: and
the dead in Christ shall rise first:
Then we which are alive and remain shall
Be caught up together with them in the
Clouds, to meet the lord in the air: and
So shall we ever be with lord."

So even the saints who move directly to heaven on death must await a full realization of blessedness until the end of time when the general resurrection will take place.

But according to Qur'an ,81

"when the sun shall be darkened,
when the stars shall be thrown down
when the mountains shall be set moving
then shall a soul know what it has produced."

The Quran teaches that all happens, including the precise hour of death for each individual, is fixed and recorded in the 'tablets of eternity'. The moment the death occurs, it is customary to tie together the two great toes with a strip of cloth and to burn incense near body. In India, to enable the body to lie with its face towards Mecca graves are dug north to south.

The Quran also mentions eight types of heaven, Firadus being the highest. Jahannam, the hell of Islam, has seven divisions each reserved for a particular class of sinners. Islam teaches that when a good man dies angels with white faces descend towards him. When the angel of death(Malaku-l-Mout) comes to sit alongside the head of the corpse and calls out to the pure soul , it emerges 'like water issuing from a bag' and other angels put the soul in to a shroud perfumed with musk and carry it upwards and when those whom they pass desire to know the identity of this pure soul , they are told his name and the the gates of heaven are opened for the soul.

On God's command the soul is returned to its body, the dead man is made to sit up and is asked about his life's actions. A man with a beautiful face then approaches the dead man and says 'I am thy good deeds'.Then the dead man prays 'O Lord, hasten the resurrection for my sake' unlike the bad man is taken to heaven and beset by the heat and hot winds of hell and squeezed in a narrow grave, he pleads 'Lord, delay the resurrection on my account.'


According to Surah, LXXV

'thinketh man that we shall not re-unite his bones?
Aye! His very finger tips are we able evenly to replace'

Thus Muslims of all sects believe that at the end of the world there will be a mass resurrection at which bodies will be raised and united with their souls. The belief in angels is common to Islam and Christianity, but Islam speaks also of Jinns, a class of beings intermediate between man and angels. These Jinns may be good or evil, the leader of the evil Jinns being Iblis, the Satan of Islam.

According to Hindu religion, the basic moral teachings that are incorporated among the children comes from the extracts of Ramayana and Mahabharata, and hence though hell and heaven have been mentioned in Hindu scriptures and yet there's so much diversity of religions that 'Karma' alone is considered to be the only way to attin salvation. Hell and heaven shall be granted according to the 'karma's' performed during life time, howsoever nowhere it is mentioned about the intentions and perceptions n the thoughts borne by an individual..Sometimes an individual might be jejune n holistic in the innocent sense and yet might be forced to change his course of karma because of another being. So, karma are judged by thoughts or by actiosb alone for actions are but a reflection of thoughts! and thoughts in reality are humane..So, somehow this argument seems to rach to no particular end.

Thus in spite of many ideas contributed by various religions the existence of hell and heaven still remains a big question and in a way could also be considered as a way to proliferate a feeling of good and bad among people and also to fear God by adopting a fair way towards this anthropomorphic sort of life and to have a apposite quantity of roseate charm to travel this journey of life optimistically.

Akanksha

*In reference with the book Living and Dying by Vidya Dehejia

The Living Roads..

She's the daughter of Lakshmi(a maid), Isn't she adorable..

Restriction of thoughts to moments of prejudice

makes the eye of our expressions invidious....

(Some of my friends , I see every day on my way , and well my heart seeks that bit of happiness by seeing they are well every day..and somewhere now my existence means something to them as well...and that means a lot to me!!!!

The kid is so cute..He's most adorable..)

Those Jutting Lips of the Speaking Sky..

Sitting behind those eyes was that girl
embracing herself in a kaolin made negligee
move she could only with the weight
and clemency of the nether world created by the living..


Carrying the varying persona's of people ruling her wishes
locate she couldn't with the people even that easily available
nebula shining only for her existence
scared of reality she could be seen only by lovers of night light..


Feel could she with lord those jutting vibrations of her universe
listen could she those distant whispers of distant love through
her sky
by following her heart beat of necromancy to know about her love..


For the world she shall exist but in clothes of kaolin alone
For her friend 'sky' of vibrations and power to communicate
she kept silent
silent as a hermit with crave only for that eternal being's
voice of worldly origin..


Talked to those forces of nature did she
in her soft, sensitized pidgin Hindi
wanted she to travel to her sky of life to touch those clouds
flowing in the same region for years looking only after her..


To never speak to the world without her love
Was her adamantine swear
Wanted she to fly high as above as her hope n sky allows
realizing that the hell existed but below the standards
of the emotions prescribed by the lord for all living..


To never wear out the kaolin negligee and resuscitate
her breath for the world
Wanted she ever and forever but to wear in
those jutting and falling vibrations from the sky
coming from far somewhere where
as she dwelled to believe
her love resides..


where she lighted her sky called life daily
at the time when her lover will wake up
and carried that brightness to that land
with the wide range of her emotions..

and with that light both of them would be visible
to those eyes not living in nether land
to those not only below on earth
always to those with eyes only of love

But at heights where both the roseate-golden and white-grayish
Clouds of their lovely existence could be seen
living with love to live for love..

Akanksha..

The Pied-a-Terre of Individuals.. ...

Life is but a journey through various moments spent mostly with
the individuals residing in our inner being.

Individuals?

Yes, don't worry, you read it quite well. The Individuals.

But how can we have individuals in our own soul or body or built up
or in that entity that is nourishing and containing us? ,
when most of the times we are not able to sustain even the
identity of what we see and intend to actualize ourselves as...
(Well, saying that one can sustain his or herself exactly the way they
visualize would always remain as an argumentative consensus. So no issues about that here!)

We can acknowledge while dealing and improving through various modes of our existence that there may very well be certain specific or various individuals residing in our own Body, thoughts, mind or being.

By individuals I mean that it is at some point of time realizable by us that we might behave as different persons at some particular stages in our life, different in the sense that we might not behave the way we usually do. And the reason for that unusual behavior comes when that individual takes over our thoughts completely.

These individuals might be of sadness, happiness, anger, joy, guilt, perception, frustration,
Or 'the individual of silence' might also take over us when our way of life seems to be
Difficult n we might feel like that bird of evening whose trying to find that branch where its nest is but because of evening's extra care is not able to do so.

Thus these individuals might rule over our different persona's while dealing with different people but of all the individuals that our countenance reveals,

'the individual Of silence'

might be the most difficult one to deal with for it takes over you when you
Have no succinct answers for those questions that life sometimes so easily puts up in our way.

So, living is not about ignoring your emotions , your anger or feeling of guilt, but to pursue them in chase of an answer , in chase of that individual 'that is you', 'You'
Who is struggling through life's dark corridors with a temerity of consideration n
Not of being rude.
Choose your individual in the same way as we sometimes happen to relate to a meaning of a word only in parts. Like, we chose the word 'temerity' for its confidence and tried to leave behind its rude aspect by saying ' considerate'.

So give yourself some moments and try to extract that depressing and restricting individual of our own self, for it will only be nourishing more n grow healthy with times if allowed to take over one's self for a longer duration. It might make us perceive only one emotion of either complete sadness or happiness then, where chances of former emotion taking over are more.

Your self lies in your ideology that you form with the influence of people , culture, traditions and situations around you.

So, try to put up those individuals of sadness, guilt, frustration aside in that Pied-a-Terre of self-trust, self-strenght, which shall be able to dissolve all the harshness at certain difficult n diffident occasions of your life and yet allow you to be your own individual self of happiness in your own home of your beliefs for -Beliefs and Trust sustains ours existence.


Akanksha..

The Growing Reflections of Individuality..

Touching the sky of life is this
Silence of thoughts
Experiencing a beatitude is this
Moment of growth
Blessed with the roseate felicity is this
Ambience so pure
Calling up by sobriquet of hope is this
Life that moves on
Touching, Experiencing, Blessing..
I moved on..

Moving on thus with the silence of thoughts is this
Individual in me growing higher the each new dawn
with colors of individuality..


Speaking to me merrily are these
Shadows of reality
Asking me to develop more are these
Airy touches of hope
Coddling me with all the care are these
leaves with emotions
Blessing me with new leaves of years are these
Voices of birds all new
Covering with care is this quilt of progressive shadows
And so is this life which seems all new
Speaking, asking, coddling, blessing
I moved on..

Moving on thus with the silence of thoughts is this
Individual in me growing higher each day
with colors of love of an individual
making me realize the individuality of my life....


How often do we tend to realize that there may very well be people who actually might seem to be just another person or any other tom or dick in our life but then when we light heartedly but bonding with the emotions in life think about how some of the people who irritate us or who are jealous of our happiness n success actually play an important role in our life..

Someone's sarcasm in a limited quilt of acquaintance might help us to move higher in life..Though the sarcasm may make us hate that person or our self for whatever the person said might be true but then that sarcasm also allows us to move n prove our self to the world n thus attain what we always wanted to..to go where we always wanted to.

Can Sarcasm Ever be Accepted as A Positive Way of Communication n Inspiration????

I wonder ....



Akanksha..

Sometimes while travelling...in life...we tend to stop an wonder...are we going in the right direction...?
are we what we really wish to be? Are we loved? Would be at the end of the day get to possess those cherishable
memories? Would we always be cared for? Would we be remembered if light of life tomorrow never comes? Shall
we have someone who would remember those spent moments of innocent laughter, that gentle first touch?

Like this...at times..many other thoughts might come to our mind..especially when you are someone
who thinks a lot ... or thoughtful is a much nicer word..
Often when we travel at night..various thoughts about life,love an people we care about comes to us...
there may be some other thoughts as well...but gemerally ..night seems to bring out our love..care..an feelings.why..no idea..
may be its silence carries love to our hearts..
So, please feel free to share any other thought that might have come to your heart at some specific
point of your life..like...a moment when you really sat down an gave some thought a serious thought...
Would cherish sharing thoughts for now!

Where have we come?

� Only when darkness takes over
are the stars able to shine in freedom a bright
Only when a restriction overshadows
are we able to realize a restricted thought right�
Only when emotions seek the loved ones are we forced to question
�From where we started?
And where we have come ?�

Does this silence makes you say something?

Those Roseate leaves..

Dwelling like us are these branches
Of conversation..
Surrounded by these thoughtful birds of times
Are these conversations..
Birds of flattering yet blindsiding emotions
Emotions, changeable with each new dawn of mighty authorities
A dawn of brightness, they fear not
For
Possess they many veils of countenances
Fear they thus, but, a failure of their dark endeavors..
Endeavors through self for self, in darkness of human nicety ..
But oh! Always in brightness of malice and hypocrisy
Dark, bright, shy and light, still so bright.. appear they bright..
Yet so dark, yet so false, these leaves of communication
an their inner self knows it all,
Move on thus these false birds in quest, for the sky of alms..
Pass them all oh soul innocent, pick up the true green color of life
Such is the life, decide well to choose thy color..
Green, roseate, blue, white or your soul�s true new color?
Crush you don�t the countenance of thy leaf for others
Let it free, like your wish
Let it true, like your lord
Let it be calm, like your thoughts
Let be love, like life wants
Let it be pure, like a kid
Let it be real you, like your wish..
Let be all, the dark, the bright, the shy, the true, the pure, the love..
But in trueness of every emotion..
Realize you may thus, the leaves of your conversation..
Those branches of connecting souls
Go on then, bud a tree like nature
With branches of pure and lovely words
Of conversation...

YES, YES , YES SHE DID COME YESTERDAY!!! HOW NATURE RECIPROCATES IT'S LOVE....NATURE SPEAKS...AN CARES...

Drops upon a thought....

Yes, rains are finally here...
The weather�s absolutely beautiful, so squishy, wet and absolutely afresh...I just love the alfresco of freshness that a nice shower brings with itself...
Yesterday, it rained quite heavily, accompanied by a storm which I could say was not that scary or forceful but was soft...
I was just painting around six in the evening when the first few cold drops fell on me and I immediately had to move inside with my canvas. I had been trying to portray a butterfly in its most complacent state of flying...she was being drawn pretty well..but because of the shower and all the energy that the rain brought with itself, I left it incomplete and went outside...its always so fun to wet yourself in the rain...the most beautiful experience....well the shower lasted for entire two hours...everyone was satisfied and even those people who earlier had sombre moods seemed to be happy....how rains changes it all...I always used to see this black and red colored butterfly around my room in the evenings but then yesterday she didn�t come...well how we tend to develop this propensity of attachment ...well she has regularly been coming around my room for the last one month...an I am usually come out around that time to see her..she is lovely..very cute....not that small....not that big....She just flies around me once or twice an then moves on... I was wondering why she didn�t come? Is it possible that she understands emotions the way we humans do? Would she be back today?
I hope she does...I really care for her...

You have not converted a man because you have silenced him...

It is never the shallower for the calmnesse.
The sea is a deepe, there is as much water in the
Sea, in a calme, as in a storme.
-John Donne 

What really is life...?

What is life? 

Tenets of life....

Tenets of Life.......


Coddling the flowers of pure emotions
experience
but a conscious stillness in moments
Now, realizing the clout of love and fantasy
experience
but a conscious reality of emotions in life
Then go on thee singing in life
the songs of moments in life
imbuing a stillness of peace in reality of life
granting thereby the boat of life
an immortal water of emotions
of softly flowing care an love
forever
but slowly-slowly....


Praying for the departed ones in a requiem
experience
but the most saddest innocence of life
Now, realizing a shadow of bright lies in act of traducing
experience
a trance of truthful awakening in very banality of life
Then go on thee like a Trail-blazer in life
burgeoning tenets of pure concern in beings
trammeling volition of souls bathed in evil verses
granting thereby even the real death of life
an immortal existence of memories
of sacrifice and love
forever
but slowly-slowly....

Cuddling a cherubic child of some days
experience
but a presence of souvenir of God’s love
Now, realizing a genuflection for the most
innocent innocence of a child
experience
like a chills, thy world with equal loving eyes
Then, go on thee possessing moments in life
with gentle steps of innocence and virtue
granting thereby with a child’s birth your own-self
a new-self of passionate love and care
by wearing a child’s small yet ineffable clothes
of innocent and self-less love for all
forever
but slowly-slowly....

Struggling in God’s arena of real fantasies
experience
but an amulet of realization & attainment of thy wishes
Now, realizing the sprightly & progressive aspect of life
experience
like an Alchemist the right jewels for your endeavors
to shape the lives around thee by love
Then go on thee like a maverick in life
becoming a live groyne of impunity to save
thy immortal yet sensitive stones of hard work
granting thereby your determination and continuity in life
an immortal countenance to thy colossus of live-nature
forever
but slowly-slowly....

Akanksha....

When God’s with us, Who can be against us?

someday....

Someday somewhere......

Gentle covering of eve
By the warm blanket of night
Depicting a love so bright
It cannot be touched
It can only be felt gently
Somewhere someday sometime........

Falling of rain drops
Making earth squishy and shy
Depicting a love so vibrant
It cannot be bounded by life
But its sweet essence can be captured forever
Somewhere someday sometime........

Moving of waves
In a rhythm of love
Touching our heart
Joyfully with a wet affection
They are not going to capture us
But will always accept us
Singing the song of budding life
In their mesmerizing voice
Somewhere someday sometime.....

Sleeping of a cherubic child
The gentle touch of air
Kissing the child with
An unsurpassable love and concern
Such a lovely moment be framed
In our souls forever
Somewhere someday sometime.......

Innocent water of a river
Feeding their beloved trees
Dissolving itself completely
In the heart of a tree
Depicting a tranquil fruitful love
Taste of this fruitful love
Be cherished forever
Somewhere someday sometime.....

Young golden beautiful mountains
Wearing the jewels of bright rays
Trying to touch the sky gently
Surpassing all the boundaries and highness of
White-fluffy cloudy love
This softness of love can be kept forever
Somewhere someday sometime.....

A lover of gentle love
A lover of natural love
A lover of fruitful love
A lover of warm love
Possess a roseate joy
In his heart forever
Somewhere someday sometime....

The air of life.....

The Air of life...........

Moving, Touching is this air that blows
Passing, embracing, the congeries, it flows..
Unknown, untouched, always it goes
Somewhere, anywhere, it wants
sometimes slowly-slowly, so gently...
sometimes passionately with an exuberance of force
But always it embraces & touches us all....
the touch is of equality if not true love
the embrace of moments, if not forever....
But then still it moves on...
Slow...fast...through out....moves on....
with an aim, slow-fast, gentle...moves on.....
carrying emotions of a lover somewhere
somewhere destroying the false material of this world
providing a new space for rain of trust and hope.....

Suddenly it stops, becomes so quite, so serene
Its silence contains a tranquil monologue between nature, moments and life...
Touches yet it all, abandoning the tenets of people
Not bearing countenances of distinctions or attachments like humans...
Abandons it all...the caste, religion and region....and moves on...
Its aim is so that nobody knows...
But determined it moves on always accepting all....

Like us, yearns it for care of love
Calling with love is this air that now flows
Touching my hairs, embracing my emotions....whatsoever...
Behold this moment, behold the freshness of this air..
Unknown, untouched , which touches us all..
Who knows where it has come form
and where it goes...
like love, is unpredictable, comes suddenly.. unexpectedly..
stays for a while for love with a
softness of its flow.....
rejoice, behold, this moment
for
it may not stay forever...for you to realize its unselfish love...
again the air of loves moves on... accepting us all...it moves on...

But again someday, it comes with a broken heart
realize, don’t forget and learn from that broken moment of life....
for
the realization may not be helpful later when time grows old...
But still the air of realization moves on.. accepting all. it moves on...

The air of regret, memories, with a wet touch of tears
stays again with us for a while
accept, embrace, the true reality of your life
for
the wet air would someday with realization bring out a rain of hope....
bathe, wash, refresh, all the deceiving restricted emotions of your life...
for,
the new relations emerging from the essence of this pure rain of true love....
may not stay forever.....time moves on...so does life....
But still the air of new relations moves on...accepting all.. it moves on.....
A true friend in life be like this moving air
with no restrictions, no selfish aim, no differences, not accepting one moment of sadness forever, always accepting your true self, all your emotions.. true love, broken relations....new forever relations....accepting all....he should move on.....life and time never stops......

Go on thus like this air of times ,you friend, in life, truly accepting, embracing the moments, realizing from broken moments, conversing with the thoughts of life...with my air of love.. move on...accepting all, move on....
Go on my friend, in life, like air, with an eye of equality for every situation of my life, be gentle...soft.. serene.. in air of low spirits...
Be strong, stout, forceful......in the air when I am wrong...
Let’s thus go on in life...stopping only for love.....lets move...embracing all...accepting all...lets move on....
Preserving the air of our character through eternal times with the air of our caring friendship...lets move on...hands in hands for our self, for humanity...for love, life an eternity...lets move on.....forever...rejoicing every single moment together....lets move on....with an air of happiness ...lets move on...go on....forever an ever.....



Akanksha...
(07/05/05)

A billet Doux....

A Billet-Doux .....

Light emerged un-dressing all the blankets of loneliness
A bright light with a sensitive touch
Over-shadowed every scintilla of my sorrows
A light of passionate love
Comforting me granting a souvenir of mirth
Possessing a heart of roseate love
Made my love shine a bright
Even in night’s lonely darkness
Interim
Life became but a billet-doux of a lover
Burgeoning more the love of souls
Sub-rosa, slowly-slowly....

Love came like drops of rain
Satisfying the dryness of hearts
Birds with love sang aloud in passion of love
A real-fantastical song of belongingness
With all souls of love dissolving themselves
dwelling in tones of the most sweetest halcyon days
interim
Life became but a billet-doux of a lover
Burgeoning more the love of souls
Sub-rosa, slowly-slowly....

Like waves moved my heart
Always touching gently the sands of my love
With a wet touch on the squishy land of new love of souls
Promises were made to dwell in this land forever with a countenance of love
My ocean held like a jewel the holy water of my exquisite love
Where every drop of my lovely water bore an essence of immortal love
Filling the pot of our lives with drops of calm,, serene and fruitful love
Only to overflow with times to proliferate its essence to other souls of love
Kept our love alive and a fresh while speaking gently
in sotto voce of words having a mien of true love
interim
Life became but a billet-doux of a lover
Burgeoning more the love of souls
Sub-rosa, slowly-slowly....

Souls of love with time became united with love
While moments bought them closer with themselves
To have a rendezvous with a new soul of their love
Speaking with thoughts only of love
World seemed but a lovely emotion
of lord
where life was made only to love forever
prayers were to bless all the souls of love
to over-shadow the arena of a lover’s loneliness forever
to grant a sobriquet of true love to life forever
to make life an adorable reality even in fantasy of lives
where absence only sharpened love more
with presence strengthening the bonds of roseate love
when every creation howsoever exiguous eulogized only of
the complacency possessed by the possession of love
and when the eyes of a soul saw not the world of men
but only the love in the eyes of a special soul
interim

Life became but a billet-doux of a lover
Burgeoning more the love of souls
Sub-rosa, slowly-slowly....


Akanksha Chaudhary....

Silence in darkness....

Silence in Darkness...

After sleeping throughout the day
Both are not so far nor so away
Lazily steeping on this land
Admiring the essence of heavenly sand
They start talking
But slowly-slowly......

They wish to write
In brightness of peace
They wish to write
The story of life
But slowly-slowly....

They join their hands
And together they stand
On wings of air
To climb the stairs
But slowly-slowly....

Quietly they in the sky
Watching the stars so shy
Who wish to wear
And desire to bear
The moons’ gentle blanket of love
But slowly-slowly....

The clouds are deep
And their touch is warm
Moon is shy
And wants to feel the warmth of love
But slowly-slowly....

Stars are shining
Clouds are moving
And want to cover the stars
With its color of love
But slowly-slowly....
Seeing this sort of love
Between moon, clouds and stars
Being satisfied ‘they’ step back on land
In the darkness of night
But in the brightness of peace
But slowly-slowly....

Both adore humanity
But in their mind
They wish to bind
The prosperous thoughts about ‘it’ forever
But slowly-slowly....

Happily they cover
All the creatures of God
With a blanket of
Peaceful darkness
But slowly-slowly...

They protect entire humanity
Until sun takes the charge
They the hand over the pot of humanity
To sun for its progress and development
But slowly-slowly....

This is how life
Goes on
Until both ‘Night’ and ‘Peace’
Cover every one of us
When sun goes in
And night shyly and quietly comes out
But slowly-slowly...

The Unspoken Thoughts ......an your own self....

In today’s epoch-changing times, we tend to develop a propensity to make our mind work according to changes in situations and attitude of various people around us. Sometimes in our life, we face certain critical situations where in we happen to possess a robust passion to make a special person’s life more comfortable and happier, but because of some unfortunate thread of time being tied all around our psychology , makes the other person analyze our good endeavors, somewhat, in a completely wrong direction. In such a situation, one experiences an ineluctable feeling of guilt about having done something extremely wrong.
And then even time doesn’t seem to go beyond its thread-bounded arena to let one clarify their truest emotions and feelings and everything may seem like an abstruse argument. In such a situation, one must not feel sad or broken , though heart may not allow, instead one can overcome this guilt and self-negativity by being loyal to any one person in the whole universe to whom you can completely submit your every small thought without any slightest hesitation.
That person can be your best friend or your grandparents, your teacher , a small cherubic child, God and even your own self. One can relate and communicate with God by being loyal to God and otherwise also your own heart knows that you haven’t meticulously tried to make anyone sad and you know it well and your God also knows it well enough.
It’s just that the wrong timing doesn’t allow us to overcome this feeling of guilt , while we still know that the other person is taking us the wrong way. We certainly possess a power of self and seek God in this self by being loyal to our soul’s tenets , where we have given a special space to that special person we’re loyal to. Till the time you and your loyalty knows that you’re right , your mind won’t give any space for burgeoning any kind of self-negativities. Mind knows practicality of your thoughts of self & people around you and one just need to spark this practicality of mind by being loyal to one’s own justifications and the ultimate God as a whole thereby to resuscitate the ambience of your inner-self and gradually of those around you.
Positivity being the mantra for living is always accepted by even the bad-time itself because optimism and a positive hope not only lightens our heart but also make the sad-time of life foresee a vision of people with good-time of satisfaction in the very reality of life.Loyalty being positive and inspiring occupies more space than guilt,though guilt just overshadows your heart of happiness but one can be like that moon og night who always manages to shine abright emerging as calm as ever from even the most dark ignorant & overshadowing clouds of time, and has the strength to extirpate the negative thoughts till the time it knows that you are being right.
No body's perfect and facing various stressed out situations in life or being through a bad relationship are just various levels of life that God wants every one of us to experience and learn from them.
Memories have always been our most precious possessions but we should not restrict our self by possessing only good memories because the bad memories are the ones which brings with themselves a realization about life and people and we should not ever forget them but should try and analyse the moment of our mistakes. Life is but a thought, if you have a positive thought, it would be wonderful and roseate but if you move on to sadness, then even the thought of sadness would make you think more about sad thoughts only which would definitely affect your entire psychology and performance abilities. So life is indeed but a positive thought of God itself.So nobody's alone because 'When God is with us, Who can be against us?'
Attitude changes with situations of time, so let’s dwell in this sprightly world of our Lord leaving behind thoughts of sadness by wearing the most exquisite
amulets of happy and tranquil thoughts to generate a new essence of optimism and positivity in life to capture our fantasies in the very reality of our life not forgetting that, Life indeed is dwelling in happiness of thoughts and dream forever& eternally!


Akanksha Chaudhary

Hope of a Soul....

Hope of a Soul....

Time moves on embracing life
Life segued on from days of
Joy and happiness
To the ones bearing
A shalom of loneliness
Loneliness I hid with a smile
While, smile was actually away a mile
And the world thought that I had it all
While
I was waiting for you gently and dreamily....


Success smiled like a flower
A flower of immortal emotions
Endeavors were of passion to be someone
While someone hid all the passions
Days became of plaudits and of self
While plaudits from someone wasn’t there at all
And then the world thought that I had it all
While
I was waiting for you gently and dreamily....


Like birds came friends with a
Gift of care and freedom
Souvenir of success sustained them for a while
Their real-self I recognized
Yet embraced them with love and care
Which they considered too sweet to revert
While wishing luck for happy life
They flew not to return
And the world thought that I had it all
While
I was waiting for you gently and dreamily....


Love of deity bloomed more each day
Making my countenance grow more
Happier, calmer and serene
Kept me happy in loneliness of emotions
Anjel blessed its beauty and mien
With roseate halcyon days
Embellished in me its sensitive beauty
World I kept praising about
So that god may take me away
From it in his own lap of complacency
But reality of desperate loneliness wasn’t quixotic
And the world thought that I had it all
While
I was waiting for you gently and dreamily....


Happiness I restricted to that of others
While others never took care of my happiness
Life remained but only as a hope
Hope that time would favor as a friend
And time didn’t made me cadge anymore
My happiness
Making me learn to see hope in a
Happier soul in my self
A soul of self-happiness, self-support, self-love
Not restricting my happiness to somebody particular
And then I thought I had it all for now and forever
While
Somebody has always been there waiting for me
In reality of fantasy of life
While
Time and life made visible the area overshadowed by loneliness
Where you have been waiting for me always gently and dreamily....

Akanksha....