Still away from the beach I’m!Continue reading
Our pair of old hands
Do so much new for us
But once the job is done
That same entirely new
Morphs into an old
And so, our hands
Takes another step
To be more old
We all need a break!
From all of that which is making us running around in circles.
Though there might be some meaning to it, in one way or another, but if you at it in a longer run, there’s nothing but tiredness and fatigue.
Which makes us long for something afresh, completely new.
Or may be something old, which we hadn’t touched in a long time.
To ensure mind and soul’s integrity, for our own betterment.
Kate has penned a lovely piece about personal transformation, which certainly clicked my heart in an instant.
Do read it out!
when life becomes a challenge
that seems a bit too much
take a deep breath
get out of my head
find healthier distractions
reconfigure the furniture
add some brighter personal touches
get back to that list of favourites
music, movies, books or friends
phone one or two, get another’s view
try to exercise some more
learn new hobbies galore
reach out to those I adore
try to help another I implore
for all these can trigger endorphins
to lift me up from the dregs
they can turn that downward spiral
into constructive creativity instead
paint read listen clean or compose
find a cathartic endeavour to uplift
life is far too short
to allow myself to be caught
in a negative frame of mind
for an unhealthy length of time
I can rise above this slime!
no point saying ‘I’m too tired’
turning this around is desired
and a little effort…
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An old paper plane
Down on the road
Dusty and battered
The flying days
Were long gone
To the dreams
And those desires
Which it carried
On its tiny wings
And took off
Beyond the boundaries
Of life’s normality