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This Moment I live

In my chase of moments
Yet to come,
I drown fixing problems
I have yet to face.

This is my moment,
My only moment
To live;
I have lost:

Life.

-Khushbo
Lifealight Copyright @2016

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What I Miss

In the depth of my sadness
I wondered at how I could miss
Someone so ready to leave.

As the clouds lift,
I realize its not you,
Its me I miss.

The me I was
When you looked at me
With that silly smile.

– By Khushbo
Copyright @Lifealight, 2016

Did you say hello?

Simple beginnings
Sound the beats
Of strong connections
Deep felt emotions
Between loved ones
Between strangers

Painting a world
That would have been
Impossible to imagine
Just yesterday.
All begun with a
Simple hello.

Yet these quiet
Almost unnoticeable
Interactions build waves
As high as towers
Drop by drop
Seeping through the
Unconscious
Deep into our hearts.

Khushbo
Lifealight.com
@Copyright 2015

The Illusion of Yesterday

In this Illusion
Of a day gone by
I hide a chest full
Of pearls and ashes.

Pearls of wisdom,
Earned with toil;
Ashes of fears
Gathered with every tear.

Everyday I add to my treasure
Often adding to my ashes
Elating fears I forgot to
Overcome.

Faced with a decision,
I pry open this box full of the past.
Rummage through for answers
Only to wonder…

What if my ashes are my pearls
My pearls my ashes
And all that I fear
Is all that I should wish

Perhaps
This gift of yesterday
Is not but a distraction
From the new scents
Of another day.

Maybe
I imagined every single day
Before today.

-Khushbo
Lifealight.com
@ Copyright 2015

This Secret of Yours

Secrets belong to your heart alone,
No better safe, this ribbed cage.
Your lips, your eyes, your penned words;
all it’s Betrayers.

Just as you spoke it to another, careful,
The wind caught your whisper
The trees caught your breath
The world changed because you spoke it.

Its no secret; this secret of yours.

– Khushbo
©lifealight.com, 2014.

Broken Dreams

A dream I lose a day.
A dream I dream a new
Everyday.

Pieces of every dream
I ever dreamt lay scattered
Around me.

Pieces I would join if I could,
However futile the effort may seem,
I would try to put them together again.

My broken heart lies with them
Shattered to bits hard to find.
I wonder if I can ever feel again.

Yet I find the word love spoken
to me again and again.
Even when it seems to have lost meaning

The talk of futures repeated,
Planned effortlessly, endlessly.
All as I stand here with these shards beneath my feet.

A new dawn shall begin yet again
And I shall awake with a new dream
Glistening in my eyes.

Yet I will never lose memories of
The dreams I had dreamed yesterday
Broken but never forgotten.

– Khushbo

©lifealight.com, 2014.

If

alone

Photo by: Khushbo

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

– Rudyard Kipling

Dreams

Dreams. Dreaming big it seems is a modern day sin. I am an avid day dreamer or at least I used to be. It seems that all my day dreaming abilities have been renewed of late. I love going far and wide, doing the impossible and sometimes the craziest things, and catch myself smiling, “Thank God I did not actually do that!”

Some of us dare to dream big. I think that is where the danger lies. We need to trust ourselves and our ability to make magic in this world with those very dreams. What actually happens is, we second guess ourselves and hold a stronger belief in the roads too often taken. In essence we kill our own dreams if only to save them from the world. Almost as if a buried dream is safer then one out in the open for all to openly butcher. What if we do not succeed? How will we face ourselves and those that sought to “warn” us?

Then there are the few revolutionaries, leaders and philosophers that manage to keep it alive. I believe everyone in this world comes with an in-built package for absolute greatness because God does not make mistakes.  Then we are set free in the world as it consumes us and moulds us to the required specifications. At some point we start working so hard to fit in that we start erasing that in-built package, bit by bit until there is nothing left. Is it a survival instinct or just a ego boost seeking the appreciation of those around us?

It is often sad to see that a mere child has higher morals than most adults. We lose our creativity, our morals, and our dreams all in the pursuit to gain this perceived appearance of community. Which community are we really making such large sacrifices for? The same community that then gives us brackets to live within? Dividing God’s creation by race, religion and culture. I believe that these aspects of this world that were meant to make us stronger are what we have caused to veer us into the dangerous direction of stagnation and conformity. We have reached a point where following is so important that any direction outside our pre-set, over used and perhaps abused directions for career, marriage, and even happiness is simply wrong.

I have a soulful connection with everyone and anyone who has dealt with the murder of their hopes and dreams. I am guilty of this sin and I am guilty of conforming and passionately seeking the approval of a society that disposed of me at the drop of a hat for finally having the tenacity to say “no more”. I buried these dreams before they even had the chance to bloom, and now I find myself at a loss, I need them, I have to revive them. They seem to be long lost memories where only fragments seem to remain. I will find them. I will live them. I trust them. Start today, trust yourself and your higher in-built powers!

Dreams flow freely

When you come looking for sugar,
your bag will be examined
to see how much it can hold;
it will be filled accordingly.

~ Rumi ❤

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