No Boundaries


Why are there differences

When we all are one

Why are there boundaries

When the world is one

 

Religions made us worship

It didn’t divide us in two

It was to purify our souls

To believe in truth

 

Culture made us colorful

It taught us how to live

It didn’t made any headways

To disrespect how others live

 

God played his part somewhere

He didn’t create equal souls

Diverse in nature he created

What we call  human as whole

 

To understand the purpose of living

And living is to create happiness

Why is there so much animosity?

When happiness is not fulfilled

 

The creation of power spoiled us

It made us create boundaries,

Breaking the wall of harmony

Building the walls of differences

 

To know that history repeats itself

I am not a free soul of my wishes

I am living with restrictions without will

To respect the laws of boundaries

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Solitary Emotions


In a state of salinity emotions
Which ignited my inner turbulence
I limited myself for an occasion
Turned out into a loner’s destination
 
Backed up to start a journey
to woo my inner senses
I couldn’t step off the succession
Was unable to disguise those feelings
 
Struggling to find a plain
Where I could rest my wounded soul
It was seasoned to be nurture with love
But barren were those thoughts serene
 
The four cornered wall was my seize
Turned into a block of life with ease
There was no support in the square
Only were those rotten® dreams

The meaning of peace


There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose between them.

One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.

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The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.

But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest – in perfect peace.

Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chose the second picture. Do you know why?

“Because,” explained the king, “peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace.”