Silence

There is a strain you feel in your eyes,

While a thought dwindles in your head,

A flinch on your forehead,

The eyes open, and you continue to stare in space....

Silence is dominant,

Which speaks a hundred words,

It contains in it a mystery,

A suspense, you may never unfold.

It is the seat for fantasy,

It is the reservoir of wishes,

It is place where your mind can grapple with its various thoughts,

This place of work holds in it the irony,

Giving us the peace of mind that we look out for,

Certainly, that which comes from within...

Well, it may run the risk of being misunderstood,

Which quite often it actually does,

Sometimes taken for granted,

Sometimes condemned; pleading a voice,

Sometimes ignored,

And sometimes, quite forcefully receiving approbation.

We might interpret the communication via the glares,

Sometimes through the bodily gestures,

But the tolerance for a dead gaze between two,

May pose the higher challenge, with which u cannot engage,

It’s that what we like to call “difficult”.

Does then, silence facilitate ignorance?

Does it allow for such a treatment?

Does it pre-empt that it can be abused?

Or does it just pay the price for a literal or symbolic silence?

It’s a beautiful space that enables us to BE!

The same space which permits for constructive grappling of thoughts,

The space leading to a realization; an insight,

A smile may follow,

But what’s that about?

A smirk as hint,

Eyes filled with tears,

Or, just a glowing face...

So many meanings,

Conflicting ambivalence,

A lashing may proceed,

A whole new turning,

Is there pain?

What could you be fighting against?

A new beginning? A fresh start?

A sigh; may then temporarily answer the question....

Acceptance

            Nobody ever said life was smooth, its a constant rollercoaster, continuously bringing its joyful trills yet at the same time bringing its really tough spasms. Its never constant, its continuously changing. While change in itself is hard to adjust to, while that which accompanies triumphs and tribulations is even harder to bring acceptance to.Sometimes what you nurture in your relationships is very different from the manifestations they take on, yet it calls for acceptance on our part.

            Even in our closest relationships, in which our latent demands could be emotionally exhausting for the other, the expectation that the other will fulfil may not always be fruitful. These are tougher times wherein the demand on our capacity to accept is far superior. Here again we see the role of acceptance as most imperative.

             It is unfair to expect that the other will have as or even close enough a capacity to understand and contain like you do.

              Thus, expectations in themselves are false illusions, which delude us, to a point where they hamper with our existence and the roles we take on in our relationships.

Acceptance always stands out as the real hero, which enables us to withstand everything in not getting exhausted itself. It heals and is therapeutic in what seems most incomprehensible. Guess its been very valuable put by someone, that the secret behind happiness is in truly letting go which commands higher acceptance!!!    

Searching...

       As people, when our own anxieties overwhelm us, we may feel paralysed in a certain way. We may turn around and ask ourselves then, does this feeling inhibit us from doing something we desire to or may have done otherwise?

     Do we ever realise that we might be hiding something from ourselves, something we wish not to be confronted with, something that might most evidently come up. There are parts of us which we choose to hide from ourselves, which reside within us; like secrets, secrets which we like to keep from ourselves, thus it’s most convenient for us, that even if we know of these secrets we hide them on deliberation. In the process of safeguarding these secrets what is it that we’re really preventing? What do we preserve within through such an act?

      It’s a comfort zone of not encountering, of protecting one’s vulnerability, of fearing in anticipation that which might never be understood. It’s the act of doing again which keeps us from being even within our own skin’s. Running all the time, even from ourselves; how far.... we’re yet to discover.