#liberation

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  • juhiyverma_ 2w

    Disappear...

    I asked the sky to swallow me inside
    But he refused to do so
    So I asked the river to help me flow along
    She said I weighed too much
    And i better walk away lest I'd drown
    Then l I asked the wind to carry me with her
    She paused fr a while
    And gave me a gruesome look
    "How can I carry you if you already carry so much guilt on your chest?"
    Disheartened and grieved ,
    I requested the earth to bury me inside her
    She too denied , for I would hv to turn to dust to be one with her
    and that
    she can't take me alive.
    Then I pleaded the fire to burn me to ashes
    For I have none to grant me salvation
    Those flames of purity tried to grab me
    But they couldnt.
    Disappointed and exhausted
    I asked them all together
    To help me liberate through my misery
    They wondered why would I ask so
    For I was young
    And brave
    But Then asked me to wait,
    Conspiring against my wishes
    Soon after
    The sky gave me a pair of wings to fly
    To wander alone up and high ,to find my destiny
    The water showered me with her power
    The beauty Of lightness and consistency
    To be persistent and ever flowing in this journey of mine
    The wind asked me to flow along
    but With no strings attached
    Worthy of my every deed,
    And Soar High Always
    as light as a feather
    The earth then nurtured me
    with her buds of faith
    and fruits of patience and temperance
    The fire advised me
    Not to chase her but the darkness in me
    To tame my own demons
    and play with my own fire,
    Fiercely and delicately
    For it's the only thing
    that will keep me alive
    and set me free.

    ©juhiyverma_



    #life#love#survival#existence#catharsis #free#freedom#liberation#misery#disappear#doubt#belief#hope#alive#justalive#nature#fire#earth#water#sky#air#notyetdead

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    Disappear...

    I asked the sky to swallow me inside
    But he refused to do so
    So I asked the river to help me flow along
    She said I weighed too much
    And i better walk away lest I'd drown
    Then l I asked the wind to carry me with her
    She paused fr a while
    And gave me a gruesome look
    "How can I carry you if you already carry so much guilt on your chest?"
    Disheartened and grieved ,
    I requested the earth to bury me inside her
    She too denied , for I would hv to turn to dust to be one with her
    and that
    she can't take me alive.
    Then I pleaded the fire to burn me to ashes
    For I have none to grant me salvation
    Those flames of purity tried to grab me
    But they couldnt.
    Disappointed and exhausted
    I asked them all together
    To help me liberate through my misery
    They wondered why would I ask so
    For I was young
    And brave
    But Then asked me to wait,
    Conspiring against my wishes
    Soon after
    The sky gave me a pair of wings to fly
    To wander alone up and high ,to find my destiny
    The water showered me with her power
    The beauty Of lightness and consistency
    To be persistent and ever flowing in this journey of mine
    The wind asked me to flow along
    but With no strings attached
    Worthy of my every deed,
    And Soar High Always
    as light as a feather
    The earth then nurtured me
    with her buds of faith
    and fruits of patience and temperance
    The fire advised me
    Not to chase her but the darkness in me
    To tame my own demons
    and play with my own fire,
    Fiercely and delicately
    For it's the only thing
    that will keep me alive
    and set me free.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • alastair_margerman 7w

    of men and mice

    a field mouse, who I had rescued from the clutches of my cat, was so traumatized and bewildered that it bit me in the process of attempting to free it ...
    ©alastair_margerman

  • hinadjoshi 9w

    I ask you one question,
    Do you love yourself?
    Love yourself the way you are !
    I need you to answer in this utmost honesty.
    Not to me ,that can be coloured with so many thoughts,( so it could be lie without you knowing it)
    I want to answer it to yourself,
    The answer in true black and white can be only two,
    Yes or No,
    If the answer is No,
    You carry the hate for yourself, it is obvious.
    But what I am trying to point out,
    What if the answer is yes!
    Yes if the answer is yes ,
    You love yourself right now for being you,
    Could you hate the experiences which shaped you,
    Could you?
    Now my and your story is same ,
    Now you can hear me out.

    We all have bitter experiences in life ,
    The heart breaks ,the deception ,the unexpected, anything which hurts us deep ,like very deep.( Yes I am talking about deep shit.)
    We all have and I had the same,
    After a heart breaks I asked the question to myself when my heart healed ( so that I can listen to it)

    I asked the same question to myself,
    Do I love myself?
    Yes ,I love myself the way I am truly and honestly,( answer came)
    Then I asked myself ,how you ended up here with yourself ,with no noise .
    I was taught hard lessons from people( answer came),
    So I asked myself did you hate them if they helped to meet you,
    Yes I don't like them( my mind told me)
    They were bad ,they did unexpected things to me,(for my mind they were the worst people)

    Then my wise heart spoke to me ,
    How could you hate them ,if they gave you the clear road to yourself,
    How could you hate people who made you reach the point where you love yourself so much ,
    How could you love yourself right now and hate those who shaped you as you are ,
    And yes it felt right,(to me and my mind it felt right)
    I am liberated by the thought of it,
    Now I untangled the knots in my heart,
    Thanku for being the greatest teacher ( yes it is the biggest paradox of all )
    I wish them happiness in my life,
    I might be able to love them in my heart ( that's a long road still)
    They came in my life to make me meet myself..

    #life
    #philosophy
    #Forgiveness
    #Self love
    #Liberation.
    @writersnetwork
    @,writerstolli
    @miraquill
    @wod

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    Ode to harsh lessons

    Read the caption
    ©hinadjoshi

  • eagle_thoughts 19w

    Free Time is Earth's Hell

    "More Housewives in India commit suicide than farmers", truth behind this is having smaller goals; it's bitter but truth, because small goals give us more free time which consequence into overthinking which creates unnecessary problems.
    Fill every moment of your life dedicated to the big goal so that brain won't steal time to focus on smaller things.

    ©eagle_thoughts

  • minsangtamang 24w

    Liberation

    Liberated , was the bird when the bird admitted the mistake because truth is what one is made up of .
    Realization strung because the bird took everything seriously when everything was so unreal in the real world.
    Liberated the bird felt becoz colours are decimated and are monochromatic...
    Liberated bird was pointed as a Villain and Victim , True isn't it !!
    Liberated bird was cornered becoz the eagles were experienced and more powerful !!
    Liberated bird till the end was sympathetic but powerful eagles preying on the little bird since ages because they couldnt get , become what the bird had .. ( karmic actions in the past life )
    Purity of heart and service got wasted ,
    judgements plastered all around the mistake made by a bird, questioning the birds identity.
    Bird had also an identity, blinded was she with the harsh darkness the bird was engulfed with ..
    Almighty signalled it , focus on the goals , the dreams that the bird dreamed ..
    Service is always at heart
    Your last mistake doesn't define you
    Viva de almighty
    ©minsangtamang

  • honeydewhymns 28w

    Devil's Snare

    Six feet under lay the seeds. 

    Pockets of potential, dormant, 

    who rise according to need. 


    They are the seeds of wisdom, 

    which we wrought under 

    a steel pressure, the forge 

    of pure intuition, visions 

    of a better tomorrow. 


    Still, we find 

    the same pairs of eyes 

    ever burdened with sorrow. 


    Still only a few can accept, 

    that a sacrifice made 

    is rarely a promise kept.

    Illusions prey in light of day, 

    never falter until a sky has wept.  


    But the prophet

    who strikes them down, 

    isn’t a mercy often found. 


    Our machines still pierce

    through hallowed ground, 

    drain the earth of her blood. 

    And yet, our holy temples 

    preach of everlasting love. 


    Save me your piety. 


    When we all get drunk 

    to forget our enslavement, 

    there is no such thing 

    as godly sobriety. 


    A rebellion is afoot, 

    a hearkening, beware. 

    For the devil’s snare 

    runs now among the fray. 

    And the very air we breathe, 

    instills young dreams of today.

    ©hauntedblossom

  • jeenaelizabethlal_ 29w

    Adrift

    What if death could give you the freedom you've always yearned for
    what if death could make you the guardian of your own fate
    what if death could show you all the dreams you always wanted to see
    what if death could get rid of all the violence you're forced to bear
    what if death could give you answers you've been searching all the while
    what if death could grant a subtle escape for your straining soul
    what if death could release you from clutter, confusion and chaos
    what if death leaves the best memory of you to the people you love
    what if death could give you a priceless beginning where you can find you!
    would you choose death?
    Well, if you ask me
    'I'll choose death over and over again'
    ©jeenaelizabethlal_

  • pnair87 33w

    Drenching in rain
    Walking a path unknown
    Travel to distant land
    Gifting a smile
    Being quiet at times
    Living not to the tick of a clock
    No identity to prove upon
    Is beauteous
    Than engulfing in the
    Ocean of tears
    For a lifetime ...


    ©pnair87

  • erudite_soul 34w

    #Socialdetox

    Do what You love
    Do what makes You feel alive
    Do what makes You chase inner peace
    Do what makes You find yourself
    Do what gives You liberation

    Without anyones acknowledgement
    Without anyones interuption
    Without anyones chase
    Without anyones likes or dislikes
    Without anyones white hearts

    Value your own acknowledgement
    more than others
    You will find yourself
    a little better than before.


    ©erudite_soul

  • letmethinkplz 36w

    Awakener

    Let us not woe, as if it will never end;
    Let us today embrace the truth, before this one (body) ends;
    Let us make the right move now, leaving the serious pretence;
    And understand of the life, after the earthly blend.
    ©letmethinkplz

  • snehajacob 37w

    Liberated

    Today my journal (Jake) was proud of my achievement. I overcame my fear that stuck to me for a long time. He was a non judgememntal friend and always cheered me.

    Today I'm free like a bird. Liberated
    ©snehajacob

  • shivam_rs_tyagi 43w

    Beauty in Asymmetry

    The liberating effect of embracing asymmetry,
    Clutches no more to this compulsive bigotry.

    An organised orgasm, which can only be chased.
    Confining, refining.... Whining...till the end of days.

    Haven't this structured life made you enough secure?
    Files, cabinets, post-notes with neverending hilighters to lure.

    Has the "Monica" in you...taken the charge over?
    My advise to you, Opposite direction & Barge this river over.

    For me... "Regina Phalange" is a better path to be,
    What has been persistently present... Beauty in asymmetry.

    P.S.- People who doesn't know who Ms. Phalange is, you're more oblivious than people with O.C.D.
    ©shivam_rs_tyagi

  • agitatedmind_peacefulsoul 49w

    Carry on

    In the end, everything that is meant to happen, will happen!

    All you can do is stay true to your path and work hard.
    The path will not be easy and you will falter.

    However, when you reach the summit and ask yourself "Did you achieve what you wanted?"
    A voice within you should say "I gave it everything I had and I deserve where I am!"

    Stay true to yourself, everything that is meant to happen, will happen!

    ©agitatedmind_peacefulsoul

  • agjproverbs 51w

    Poetry inspired by the "Liberating Gospel" series on my podcast "State The Avious" available anchor.fm/the-avi-grace

    #light #liberation #freedom #wod #goodinme #goodvibes #goodmessage

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    There is good in me

    Kneeling with the gospel in hand asking God to let me be a better man.
    Holding fast to the holy words letting go of the epithets I've heard.
    Could Love ever like me?
    Heart break flying into pieces of a million like the wandering Treasures of the dandelion.
    Would I ever be whole again
    Would Love ever see passed my skin?
    Staring at the sunflowers who dare to bloom even when the Sun doesn't dare to shine.
    Could love really be so sublime;
    GOD am I wasting my time?
    Then my soul pulls out a cup and begins to measure.
    Out of this Earthen vessel comes always known treasure.
    Influential potential stored up inside of me; invisible to time's fragility is the reality of eternity.
    GOD wrapped in goodness is alive in me and its that light that liberates me.
    ©agjproverbs

  • sid_azaad 57w

    कैदी

    वो जिसे छोड़ कर आगे निकलना था, अब उसी में जकड़े हैं।
    हम अब ऐसे कैदी हो चुके, जो अपने ही बंधनों को पकड़े हैं।।
    ©sid_azaad

  • letmethinkplz 60w

    Make me write even if I do not want to,
    Make me stand up right even if I am too lazy to
    Don't let me hide, even if I am dying to
    Just make me fight, to get to you right,
    to get to you right.

    ©letmethinkplz

  • ratann 60w

    ©ratann

  • ray_madhusmita 60w

    if there is to be nurturing..
    nurture love, compassion..
    forgiveness, empathy..
    in the coop of heart..
    who can or will..
    captivate the lover..
    of the blue sky?..
    isn't it in vain?..
    so it would be best..
    finding a path..
    to liberate yourself..
    without putting others..
    in bondage..
    ©ray_madhusmita

  • thehealer10 67w

    Disheartened Day 39

    Our love for architecture is frightening,
    We call it Art;
    I can not help but wonder, if those who died building these Master pieces, felt the same.


    ©thehealer10

  • letmethinkplz 69w

    Jack and Brother Jill

    Jack and Jill could not get up the hill
    For one was lazy, the other one ill
    And none between them seemed to have enough will,
    To stand up right and fight for the hill.

    But Jack looked fit, who even chuckled a bit,
    At Jill who laid sick and unable to sit,
    So, Jack has to bring, a filled bucket from the hill,
    Of water from the well that called the people through its bell.

    But, Jack turned dull,
    At the call of the belling well
    He rather sat to the ringing bell
    Feeling disturbed and feeling hell.

    Now, Jill felt the air,
    Young Jack's ail he couldn't bear
    He rather vigorously rose
    Giving an excuse to his short repose.

    He rose with his running nose
    Like a sucked Ape for a Chimpanzee's pose.
    His eyes turned red and gory
    With feverish fierce and a big brother's worry.

    Jill knew what he supposed to do,
    So, took a step further for a scarier move.
    And next what happened, was all that happened
    To keep young Jack from what would have happened.

    A single, timely, deadly blow
    Which raised in Jack all elements that had been low.
    So, Jack from now went smiling up to the hill
    To throw old ills and bring the buckets filled.
    ©vedanta123