Cacophony

He can who thinks he can by Orison Swett Marden, an amazing book. I started listening to this audiobook and specifically stumbled upon where he talks about finding passion in middle age( 25-40 age group). I can correlate here, felt uplifting, reconciled and encouraging same time. I guess I did not start with a great expectation and now I could not withhold myself mentioning it.

So there is this simple definition of passion I learned, “something you would do for free” Just in one line, simple to apply and it has the depth to understand. Passion is not a something one is born with or imposed upon and hoping it will grow with the help of right supplements at a time. The much I understand, it’s shaped by our choices, influenced by our environment and nurtured by education.

To have a fair chance, accessibility to the faculties, equal opportunities, and assistance to those who need it. To promote this ideology, implementation, and realization on the global scale is something I find myself passionate about.

We all get angry, disappointed, sometimes ashamed, sad by seeing the disparity, dishonesty, irresponsibility which can take people’s life, leave them devastated. Incidents which can easily be prevented still happens and yet we can not do much except to complain, debate over coffee or discuss at a dinner table, share it on Facebook, sign a pledge at most. Nothing happens this way, not really and we move on to the next breaking news, discussion, agenda and so on.

There is awfully much written about the subjects of our interests, we all have the information, and access to information but not the right knowledge. Unless we don’t acquire the knowledge of something we can not do much. Which requires some serious work at first, a dedicated time to educate ourselves, and then comes how do we apply that knowledge towards the passion.  And then also do not expect to be a star, get a recognition for the efforts.  Do the right thing, take a fair side. Remember it’s your passion we are talking about.

The idea which haunts me, is, if I am not doing(playing) fair if I am not reaching out for those who are underprivileged if my actions are not flagged with cordiality then my existence is nothing more than a cacophony in this bubble.

Only preaching would not help.

©ikbenmanisha

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Equity

Equity

 

So delicate yet not fragile,

let desires be the tools to dream ahead.

The world of sanity, and integrity to all.

Of the dreams of millions, my eyes ain’t alone.

For once stop accusations, complaints, and grievance,

agree upon what needed to be done,

let bygones be bygones, be equity a new trend.

 

©ikbenmanisha

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same old us

I need to be silent in process to create,
don’t take it as quite it’s state of deafening,
vehicle crossing by people rushing in street,
the same very street I use to roam years ago,
where I learned with my brother first bike of ours.
So silence takes me to memories down the lane,
where mama says stay awake till dinner
and I don’t remember how I wake up in my bed,
papa was there all night when I cried of growing pain.
Certain memories never leave you side,
they are like treasure in life box we call it family,
we don’t see each other often, mostly once in a year
it seems enough if we all glued with bond of love.
A love which stays in hearts no need of declaration,
no Facebook status, no sending cards,
what all we talk is weather food and health,
same old me and same old them
same old me and same old them….

©ikbenmanisha25

 

Wish I had a Sister…

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Wish I had a sister,

not younger than me 

neither older to me

some what of same age

wish I had a sister.

My best friend from begin

One with I could share clothes

And secrets under  pillow

I make her hair 

and she might chop mine off

I don’t mind, I just wish….

Wish I had a sister.

Not alike but an alter ego

Other half of me where I console

Where she buried her tears 

And spread smile with both hands

I just wish , I had a sister.

At 12 we fight to be right 

But at 16 standing by eachother side

While growing up and falling in love

She would ‘ve been one

To back up with stories

No matter how time flies

We held on to one another

And I only wish I had a sister.

At 21 we might take different path

In seek of ourselves let go eachother

With a promise to find back 

When one calls no matter how far

After time passed and at 28 

We still share clothes.

Oh I wish I had a sister.

Now we made some decision 

For ourselves, for life ahead

One of us might be getting married

And both of us happy for other

We had different dreams 

Though it involved us

Of being sisters with selfless love

And heart full of joy.

So when I am 40 

I might going to  write 

Once again 

Wish I had a sister…

 

©ikbenmanisha25

What love is to me

I find love in defining the rainbows,
Occurrence of raindrops,
First autumn leaves after wavy summer,
Where I seek affection in narrating the tale,
What wind whispers to mighty sky I only hear hoosh across
Tweeting her lover, woodpecker on tweaking branch.
Thus to me Love, leaving mesmerized blue green ocean,
When eyes closed no wonder where my heart lies.

 

©ikbenmanisha25