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My Hero

As I rise from the musk of hardships,
Of days gone by in hopes of brighter dawns.
I am told to wait on a hero.

Who will gather my tears,
Hold my dreams up high,
Learn the sensitivities of my heart.

Swear upon a million stars to keep my heart,
Sacred and unscathed.
Through all the grinding days to come.

It’s just, there is no hero.
No Knight in shinning Armour
headed my way.

I am just a tiered warrior,
Who has taken off her Armour to breathe;
And follow a mirage.

Rest is over, the mirage vanishes.
I ride out once again at first light,
My sword aimed ahead as I charge.

I am my one and only hero.

By Khushbo.
Copyright @Lifealight 2016.

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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

Ask My Story

Every passing person carries
A story woven intricately with
Emotions, moments never forgotten.
All connected together like a web.

The thoughts that run through
Every mind that walks past me.
I wonder at the people they miss,
The life they have lived.

Things they would stop to tell,
Faces animated with the true story
Behind the narrative of what happened.
If only I had the courage to ask.

By Khushbo

Copyright @2016 Lifealight

 

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

The Missing Magic

You are the tears in my every happiness
The missing keys to an unknown peace.
That one smile I can’t seem to do without.

Faced with obstacles your memory lifts me
Keeps me strong, unwilling to fail.
It’s just the joys that I cannot face.

These merriments leave a bitter taste,
A reminder of the one I no longer have.
The absent magic in every joy.

On this day of supposed happiness
I imagine your pretty face, smiling.
In a memory I hid away, bottled,

Your missing magical embrace.

– Khushbo
©lifealight.com, 2014.

I Confess

It is true. I have felt pain. Pain is a deep felt emotion. Not many of us can escape it.  Those that claim not to know it, I am convinced, are either pretending it doesn’t exist or have a couple of “emotional” screws missing. Why the confession? My blog’s theme seems to be centered around the idea of “light”, “love”, “hope” and “self acceptance”. Being a reader, aside from a writer I can see how that may come off as extremely cheesy and oblivious to life’s realities, where no one is capable of always being positive, no matter how hard we try. There seem to be tears for everyone. Some more than others.

I have to admit, no emotion brings people closer to each other than this very emotion that we each of us work so hard to drive away; pain. So why do I write about the things that talk not about pain, but life and light? I write mostly positive things because they are true, just as the pain is true. It is the true contradiction to pain, the ying to the yang. Truth is I started this blog to console myself. So I found all the things that could help Khushbo understand that things would get better, that life is amazing, that life is beautiful and hoped there would be many other souls out there who would need to hear some of the same things. That it would help others as it continued to help me. Channeling the positive side of things is no easy task, especially when you feel a rainbow of emotions you so eagerly desire to express. But you have to stop and wonder, would it help me to continue to feel this way? Am I better for it?

I realize I am still learning this art of re-molding emotions into another form of energy. Choosing one thought over another as it is simply put. (Overly simplified in my opinion).

My message to readers, don’t apologize, don’t feel ashamed of how you feel and when you feel it. It makes us normal these juxtapositions of life in sadness and in happiness.

And if you ever feel completely lost, realize you are not alone! I am with you, lost. Yet I assure you we will both make it farther faster than everyone else!

Smile for me, please 😉

Love,
Khushbo

Illustrious Life

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Life is an illustrious ball
With men and women dancing tall.
Sometimes together in orbit;
Often in undeniable repulsion.

None the less it all goes:
Round and round like clockwork,
Days changing to night and
The nights awakening to mornings.

Here we are: where we started.
Having twirled in a circle,
Now back to where we started.
Take a bow try again.

– Khushbo
©lifealight.com, 2014.

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