Can a person create there own hell?
Can we acknowledge when we are happy and then accept that it will pass?
Are you afraid of succeeding?
Ask yourself these questions and be prepared for the answer you give yourself.
To me Balance is the quest of life.
However, to be a balanced human being you can not look at things as good or bad, black or white, right and wrong.
You simply must Do.
Yes of course you need to put thought into what you are doing. I am not saying you should just do what you feel, but your feelings can guide you.
The Quest for Balance is never ending. Sometimes something that might be "wrong" is actually right, other times the "right thing" is actually the wrong thing. In order to be the "Good guy" we have to be prepared to play the Villain.
When you are balanced you rule your feelings. It is your soul that shines.
When you are balanced others do not dictate you decisions in life, they simply bring facts into a decision you will make.
When you are balanced you are responsible for ALL of your decisions.
And you can accept this.
This piece is short and straight to the point.
*************
My heart hurts from time to time.
Looking for the person who committed the crime.
Heartbreak may not be a capital offence.
Yet is still feels like death nonetheless.
M Sharma
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Inspire
If I can not love you.
I will love you indirectly.
I will speak the words of love to inspire the heart.
God lets these words bring kindred souls together.
For if I am meant to live without a piece of my soul,
I will challenge others to make themselves whole.
I can not be anymore then what I am,
but I am thanks to you my friend.
Often you have stood firm by my side
Unwilling to let me run and hide.
When I have poisoned myself with selfish emotion,
you have always conjured up the healing potion.
I have tried and failed to many times to count,
but you have refused to let me be down and out.
Sometimes I feel unworthy of your inspiration,
but I am quick to cast away that sensation.
You have strung together speech to sound like music to my ears.
That is why all my movements have become effortless and clear.
There is no such thing as darkness in my life.
For your love even illuminates the night.
Your touch makes me feel so precious,
that is has stopped me from acting reckless.
Some would call you a muse, but we will leave that to fate.
For I my friend call you my soul mate.
M Sharma
I will love you indirectly.
I will speak the words of love to inspire the heart.
God lets these words bring kindred souls together.
For if I am meant to live without a piece of my soul,
I will challenge others to make themselves whole.
I can not be anymore then what I am,
but I am thanks to you my friend.
Often you have stood firm by my side
Unwilling to let me run and hide.
When I have poisoned myself with selfish emotion,
you have always conjured up the healing potion.
I have tried and failed to many times to count,
but you have refused to let me be down and out.
Sometimes I feel unworthy of your inspiration,
but I am quick to cast away that sensation.
You have strung together speech to sound like music to my ears.
That is why all my movements have become effortless and clear.
There is no such thing as darkness in my life.
For your love even illuminates the night.
Your touch makes me feel so precious,
that is has stopped me from acting reckless.
Some would call you a muse, but we will leave that to fate.
For I my friend call you my soul mate.
M Sharma
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Parts 2
One of the greatest titles you can have in the world is Brother or Sister.
I have been a Brother since I can remember.
In fact I do not have a single memory in my life where I was not a Brother.
My younger Brother Rajnish has always been in my life, he is my First Friend. He is one of the most well put together people I know, and I am lucky enough to call him my brother. He naturally posses qualities that some people get "How to" books on, or take classes about. If you ever get the chance to spend time with him you will find out what I mean.
My younger sister is my Gift from God.
The first memories I have all concern my sister.
The first one is my mom asking me if I wanted another Brother or a sister.
To this day all I have to do is close my eyes and I am transported back to 1985. Standing on the steps upstairs, pulling on the stairway rail announcing to my mom that I wanted a sister and that if she brought home another brother I would kick him out of the house. ( Its not because Raj was to much it was because he was already the best brother I could ask for)
My second memory is meeting my sister for the first time.
It's a story that is very dear to my heart, but it is also one that I will always prefer to tell in person.
The third memory is naming her Monica
It was down to Monica and another name ( as you can see the other name is not worth remembering)
I remember hearing Monica and going, "THAT is my sisters name". I then proceeded to jump up and down on a hospital bed yelling, "Monica, Monica, Monica."
Of course my Mom and Dad turned around and yelled at me, but my job was done.
They named her Monica. :)
Rajnish and Monica have always pushed me to be better.
They are the reasons why I became a leader and protector.
I have and always will push myself as hard as I can because I refuse to let my little brother and sister down.
They will tell me very quickly that there is nothing I can do that will let them down, but that is why they are so wonderful.
They have always believed in there Weird, Romantic, Goofy older Brother. :)
I only wish to share these important things about me, because I want people to better understand the major pillars that make me who I am. My Family is as wonderful as any other persons family, my intention is not to "rub it in" or "gloat".
I believe it will help give anyone who takes the time out of there important lives to read this blog a better understanding of what drives me.
BUT I do hope it possibly makes others appreciate there loved ones and drives them to believe in love and take chances.
No matter what I do in life my family will not leave my side.
I won't let them.
I love them to damn much. :)
As per usually some more written work. Enjoy!
1230
At 1230 the phone would always ring
No matter what mood she was in.
I would do my best to disguise my joy.
Every so often I even acted annoyed.
She was always so quick to say,
"Should I let you go?"
Even though she knew I would always say no.
She would regale me with stories of her day
I would sit there smirking as she vented away.
Eventually she would apologizes for talking to much
then be so quick to question "Why I liked her so much?"
I would reply with some devilish remark.
The truth is she had become a piece of my heart.
She became my personal lullaby.
I would not close my eyes with out her affectionate Goodnights.
*******
1230 and my phone is lifeless.
I should have know it would come to this.
I fight every urge to pick up the phone.
I have to teach myself to leave her alone.
She has made it clear she does not need me.
All her words have become deceiving.
There are a great many obstacles we would have to face
for this love to take place.
She would once start a conversation by saying, "Talk".
But no one cares to hear the words of a broken heart.
Each night at 1230 I wait for the phone to ring.
Hoping for the night when she will call again.
M Sharma
I have been a Brother since I can remember.
In fact I do not have a single memory in my life where I was not a Brother.
My younger Brother Rajnish has always been in my life, he is my First Friend. He is one of the most well put together people I know, and I am lucky enough to call him my brother. He naturally posses qualities that some people get "How to" books on, or take classes about. If you ever get the chance to spend time with him you will find out what I mean.
My younger sister is my Gift from God.
The first memories I have all concern my sister.
The first one is my mom asking me if I wanted another Brother or a sister.
To this day all I have to do is close my eyes and I am transported back to 1985. Standing on the steps upstairs, pulling on the stairway rail announcing to my mom that I wanted a sister and that if she brought home another brother I would kick him out of the house. ( Its not because Raj was to much it was because he was already the best brother I could ask for)
My second memory is meeting my sister for the first time.
It's a story that is very dear to my heart, but it is also one that I will always prefer to tell in person.
The third memory is naming her Monica
It was down to Monica and another name ( as you can see the other name is not worth remembering)
I remember hearing Monica and going, "THAT is my sisters name". I then proceeded to jump up and down on a hospital bed yelling, "Monica, Monica, Monica."
Of course my Mom and Dad turned around and yelled at me, but my job was done.
They named her Monica. :)
Rajnish and Monica have always pushed me to be better.
They are the reasons why I became a leader and protector.
I have and always will push myself as hard as I can because I refuse to let my little brother and sister down.
They will tell me very quickly that there is nothing I can do that will let them down, but that is why they are so wonderful.
They have always believed in there Weird, Romantic, Goofy older Brother. :)
I only wish to share these important things about me, because I want people to better understand the major pillars that make me who I am. My Family is as wonderful as any other persons family, my intention is not to "rub it in" or "gloat".
I believe it will help give anyone who takes the time out of there important lives to read this blog a better understanding of what drives me.
BUT I do hope it possibly makes others appreciate there loved ones and drives them to believe in love and take chances.
No matter what I do in life my family will not leave my side.
I won't let them.
I love them to damn much. :)
As per usually some more written work. Enjoy!
1230
At 1230 the phone would always ring
No matter what mood she was in.
I would do my best to disguise my joy.
Every so often I even acted annoyed.
She was always so quick to say,
"Should I let you go?"
Even though she knew I would always say no.
She would regale me with stories of her day
I would sit there smirking as she vented away.
Eventually she would apologizes for talking to much
then be so quick to question "Why I liked her so much?"
I would reply with some devilish remark.
The truth is she had become a piece of my heart.
She became my personal lullaby.
I would not close my eyes with out her affectionate Goodnights.
*******
1230 and my phone is lifeless.
I should have know it would come to this.
I fight every urge to pick up the phone.
I have to teach myself to leave her alone.
She has made it clear she does not need me.
All her words have become deceiving.
There are a great many obstacles we would have to face
for this love to take place.
She would once start a conversation by saying, "Talk".
But no one cares to hear the words of a broken heart.
Each night at 1230 I wait for the phone to ring.
Hoping for the night when she will call again.
M Sharma
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Parts
I have always been a Romantic.
I have come to believe that it is something I inherited from my parents. My Mother breaths Love into the world, in fact she loves so much that she even loves those who are unworthy of her. It is not a competition she just loves openly, she has told me many times that Hate hollows our soul and destroys our inner essence. Then in her passionately speaking voice she would say, "why would you want to do that?". My Father is a Loyal Lover he does not need to speak poetry or show large productions of love for you to know he loves you. It exists in his eyes always apparent and never waning. Early on in my childhood he told me, " The only people that matter in this world are your Mom, Sister, Brother and your Dad. Nobody should ever break you a part". When I got older he changed it to Wife and Children saying, " When you get Married the most important people are your Wife and kids. Always be there for each other first, everyone else is second... even your Mom and Dad". He added the last part with a smirk. This advice I have not forgotten and refuse to forget. It made sense to me, if two people connect and are happy together that is what should matter first and last. The world will almost certainly through innumerable obstacles your way, but if two people are sound in each others love nothing will rip you apart.
This is a major make up of who I am, I am Loyal to the ones I Love and even care for those who at times consider me forgettable.
The only downfall I have ever seen of being a Romantic is when I have encounter those who ground you and do not allow you to fly. Let me make it clear, A ROMANTIC DOES NOT HAVE HIS/HER HEAD IN THE CLOUDS OR LIVE IN A DREAM WORLD. THEY DREAM SO THAT THOSE DREAMS CAN COME TO FRUITION IN THE REAL WORLD. THEY ARE AMONG THE CLOUDS BECAUSE THEY WANT TO SEE ALL THAT IS OFFERED TO THEM, BUT THEY DO LIVE IN THIS WORLD. THEY LIVE IN THIS REALITY, THEY JUST HAVE THE ABILITY TO CHANGE THE WORLD THEY LIVE IN. ( Sorry I am not really yelling:). )
I promise that as I progress the poetry I share will become slightly more positive. Believe it or not I am funny, but there is more to me then Jokes and a youthful exuberance.
False
Nothing feels right without her
I will always be searching for a place beside her.
Even in the same room she is never close enough
Yet I am to prideful to admit my hellacious emptiness.
So we stand there pretending there is nothing between us.
While our hearts and souls scream out that this is ridiculous.
This is the torture we must place ourselves in
because our elders and peers call our union a sin.
Often these days I question the world around me.
Why do I choose to live with the ignorance that surrounds me?
How can I accept that this is our culture?
When at times we act like ravenous vultures.
We attack each others vulnerabilities
Claiming to be an accepting society.
We build up barrier's calling them differences
But we are simply fortifying our imprisonment
All I ever did was love another.
Yet the age I live in has made me a martyr.
Now I am forced into this crippling disposition
Thanks to the glorious word Tradition.
I have come to believe that it is something I inherited from my parents. My Mother breaths Love into the world, in fact she loves so much that she even loves those who are unworthy of her. It is not a competition she just loves openly, she has told me many times that Hate hollows our soul and destroys our inner essence. Then in her passionately speaking voice she would say, "why would you want to do that?". My Father is a Loyal Lover he does not need to speak poetry or show large productions of love for you to know he loves you. It exists in his eyes always apparent and never waning. Early on in my childhood he told me, " The only people that matter in this world are your Mom, Sister, Brother and your Dad. Nobody should ever break you a part". When I got older he changed it to Wife and Children saying, " When you get Married the most important people are your Wife and kids. Always be there for each other first, everyone else is second... even your Mom and Dad". He added the last part with a smirk. This advice I have not forgotten and refuse to forget. It made sense to me, if two people connect and are happy together that is what should matter first and last. The world will almost certainly through innumerable obstacles your way, but if two people are sound in each others love nothing will rip you apart.
This is a major make up of who I am, I am Loyal to the ones I Love and even care for those who at times consider me forgettable.
The only downfall I have ever seen of being a Romantic is when I have encounter those who ground you and do not allow you to fly. Let me make it clear, A ROMANTIC DOES NOT HAVE HIS/HER HEAD IN THE CLOUDS OR LIVE IN A DREAM WORLD. THEY DREAM SO THAT THOSE DREAMS CAN COME TO FRUITION IN THE REAL WORLD. THEY ARE AMONG THE CLOUDS BECAUSE THEY WANT TO SEE ALL THAT IS OFFERED TO THEM, BUT THEY DO LIVE IN THIS WORLD. THEY LIVE IN THIS REALITY, THEY JUST HAVE THE ABILITY TO CHANGE THE WORLD THEY LIVE IN. ( Sorry I am not really yelling:). )
I promise that as I progress the poetry I share will become slightly more positive. Believe it or not I am funny, but there is more to me then Jokes and a youthful exuberance.
False
Nothing feels right without her
I will always be searching for a place beside her.
Even in the same room she is never close enough
Yet I am to prideful to admit my hellacious emptiness.
So we stand there pretending there is nothing between us.
While our hearts and souls scream out that this is ridiculous.
This is the torture we must place ourselves in
because our elders and peers call our union a sin.
Often these days I question the world around me.
Why do I choose to live with the ignorance that surrounds me?
How can I accept that this is our culture?
When at times we act like ravenous vultures.
We attack each others vulnerabilities
Claiming to be an accepting society.
We build up barrier's calling them differences
But we are simply fortifying our imprisonment
All I ever did was love another.
Yet the age I live in has made me a martyr.
Now I am forced into this crippling disposition
Thanks to the glorious word Tradition.
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