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

 ❇️🌸🌹🌺🌻🌼🏵️💐💮

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.'