Every 'BEAUTIFUL' mind

A little voyage inside every 'beautiful' mind...

And while I still stumble upon the workings of my inner genius

Overwhelmed always by the emotions conveyed

Not always marvelled but forever awed by it!

It aches me to wonder had I not been blessed with turbulence

And felt the way many perceive

Through their humbly blessed grey matter

Bereft of being skilled at any thing and many things

Missing out the tumult and turbulence - being 'normally' sane

Not forgetting normal is a relative term

Your normal always different from my normal!

My genius different from yours!

And although the wiring in the brain cannot be 'tweaked' much

Mere acceptance and much understanding can create a marked difference

And while fitting in is never the answer, thinking out of the box might as well justify!

After all, hands down, every beautiful mind counts...

Every mind matters...

The WRITE (also, RIGHT) Therapy

Forever mystified by the healing power of written words... Hence, this write-up -

What was building up 

in the mind

finally found it's voice

- the solace

In written form.

Decluttering

the build up

the brain created

shaping a more concise form.

A momentary turbulence

ceased to exist

and the torment - erased

as thoughts left the mind

finding their habitat

through words written on

pen and paper.

In a moment of magic

the fierce storm -

subsided -

clouds cleared out

unravelling

the sky 

that is within oneself.

And therapeutically all was healed again

Just by the mere act - 

of letting go off of everything

And rejoicing in the dance -

 of written words...

My little garden

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A little corner of my home

Breathing oxygen and carbon dioxide in turns

A reminder emphasizing the importance of different things at different times

What is magic in the morning might act as poison at night.

Colourful, beaming beings -

A place where I find refuge, always

From the madness that engulfs me.

My Little garden, which is -

more heart-felt than beheld.

These tiny flowers, plants, trees, grass are -

An expression of all that's good in the world.

I write this little blog-piece sitting on a chair in the garden all the while,

while Lucy, my cat chatters at birds flocking above

And mews at me taking turns.

I witness life in all forms around and beyond me.

Nature has its way of enthralling you.

My Little garden is home to daisies, periwinkles, Bougainville, roses, marigolds, jasmines, sunflowers, china pinks, petunias, lilies etc.

And infinite other flowers which bloom in some/every season 

Every flower when pampered - thrives and when it's time comes - dies

Reminding us

That life is meant to be lived while you can and -

Death a necessity,

Nature's inevitable truth.

Natural greenary's healing properties go beyond our perception and understanding.

My Little garden has been a witness to all seasons and moods.

While autumn does occur every once in a while; 

It has learnt to blossom in every spring.

Quoting Shelly - 'If winter comes, can spring be far behind.'

A BEAUTIFUL MIND

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Just like the myriad dresses that fit me or rather do not!

There is not one mold the human brain would fit in!

And yet on the contrary, it may fit many molds 

At the same time or/and at diverse times

At once

Or

At different junctures…

Always have been at awe of the human mind

And yet not friends with it all the time

though - 

It has been a good friend 

Just as - 

The worst enemy,

sometimes,

ironically.

I feel connected to it - mostly

And am yet -

A total stranger

To it -

at times -

Many a time

Mind is undoubtedly what makes one unique in this - diverse jungle of diverse creatures.

And yet I am compelled to think what makes it unique, 

makes it - the most vulnerable and empathetic, again

At the same time,

manifolds.

All battles lost or won - first in the mind

Although, nonetheless it is the journey

which matters

And my intuition gets the better of me to interpret that a unified law - one is all and all is one —

Me, We —

May be underway.

Mind may as well be all that matters 

& Mind over matter

Rather matter over mind -

The unbiased reality - the unified law governing all

The sanctuary - brain or/and just as the beauty - mind 

is what makes –

A BEAUTIFUL MIND

I choose

For, life is all about choices.

Two diverging roads

I choose to

let go -

Of the baggage that drained me,

Of the pessimism that plagued me,

Of the turmoil that haunted me;

physically and mentally -

all these years -

with and without

my knowledge.

I choose to

be my own God

with due respect

to the Almighty

if there is one

for

how can one be sure

if one does not know

And yet it's not 

God thyself

rather 

the faith and devotion

thus - that makes

the difference.

I choose to

live on my own terms

Because

living in any other way

is self-defeating and deprecating

if not 

impossible.

I choose to

forgive,

to live with compassion

Revenge only destroys

both -

the subject and the object.

For, in forgiving lies greater good

not only to

oneself but –

humanity.

I choose to

pursue my passion

And, why not?

Because

anything else

seems like 

a burden.

I choose to

think

more,

more objectively

and judge less

if not - not at all

Because

it blinds you

from

perceiving

the bigger picture.

I choose to

live

in the present

because

that is 

the only possible way.

The past is dead

And the future - yet to unfold.

Worrying

about both 

is a complete waste of time; 

and might I say,

Most useless.

I choose to 

choose

Because that is going to

define the path 

of

the rest of my life.

And thank God,

there always is - 

a choice!