“LET US LOVE THE WORLD TO PEACE”

Peace is the most precious word which every individual,society, country, nation, continent, religion wishes to talk about, but do we really make any sincere efforts in eradicating the seed of hatred to disseminate peace ? Our words, speech, thoughts and action make this impossible. Lets strive to make this world a better place to live in by changing our perception.

“LET US LOVE THE WORLD TO PEACE”

Not less than a realm of chaos and disarray is today’s world. Through centuries, human race has evolved and moved a step forward according to the “Origin of Species”. Physically, mentally, intellectually humans have excelled far more ahead than expected and at a much faster pace.

But wait for a second,think ! Is this the true progress in terms of evolution of mankind? We boast of technological advances and economic empowerment of nations, yet we have fallen back years and years behind in the girths of insensitivity and hatred.

Look around and you can see, hundreds of incidents which crumble the world peace in pieces. #BokoHaram episode, # Syria #Gaza, continuous ongoing conflicts which are still unnamed and yet unknown even in our country. What have we achieved so far by such progress and evolution? Are we really moving ahead or losing our ground?

Intolerance is the word that defines each one of us in today’s world. The constant echo of the suppressed and destitute, silent cries of hunger and bloodshed from the gory of wars, the continuous conflicts between different faiths and the forever greed of power has saturated the atmosphere of this planet. Every individual wishes to speak about the need of peace in this hour, yet the words remain obsolete and fruitless.

Nations organize summits, countries hold peace seminars, authoritative of religious sects announce the importance of peace, yet “PEACE” merely remains as a word throughout. What does it lack? It lacks the enthusiasm, the urge and the will to go forth in this state of bedlam by removing all the inner fears, jealousies, hatred behind and embrace each other with respect and love.

Money and power cannot suffice the need for such a kind of dialogue that is needed to be done amongst people, faiths, societies and nations.

“One needs to respect and accept everyone else’s existence, irrespective of his caste, gender, creed, faith and status”.

We all on this planet have an equal right to sustain and survive, then why crush the identity of another by force or influence? When each person starts thinking on these terms and removes the pre conceived notions of his mind, his efforts begin to show results and the amicable bond starts developing from the grassroots level.

We need to cleanse our hearts and mind first from the fallacies of insecurity, money, greed and power to work in unity towards building a peaceful surrounding and an atmosphere in harmony. When we consider every other person as a human being and not recognize by any labels or tags, we have respected humanity.

“For thousands who died in the unnamed conflicts

and proxy wars,

on the border of countries … which demarcate

and divide

nations

but cannot human hearts

sheds a tear every mother ,

in which place is my child born?

Will the echo of explosions and fumes of hatred

silence the

gaps between societies and faiths

or castes for long?

then why doth not one exude peace in emotions

through eyes and love

for every soul

residing on earth

and embrace with respect

every person?”

Nothing else can change or save this world except the bond of humanity. Our humaneness shall revive the flame to bring peace and spread the compassionate voice to every corner of the world.
I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality… I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.
—–Martin Luther King Jr.

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The trailer of “Suroor”

Here is a link to the official trailer to the book “Suroor of the Soul” which was recently launched in India.

It is available on Amazon. at present . It shall soon be available on various bookstores across India.

 

Visit the website of “Suroor” for more details: http://surooroftheosul.weebly.com

Dreams

The wonderful journey of the Festival of words from Write tribe comes to an end today! When it concludes with the topic of “DREAMS”.A positive and a very optimistic note to end anything! Before bidding goodbye,how beautiful and exhilarating it will be if we talk of our dreams…

Dreams of thousand aspirations,desires,fantasies,urges,thinkings, wishes and ultimately our unconscious temptations.A whole canvas is ready to get painted ,the moment we pick the brush and decide to colour a particular dream!

The string of our life is reined tight by these dreams… The small joyous one fill us with delight and the larger than life ones infuse in us the determination to move on in life .

Just imagine! How lifeless life would be without dreams,like a song without any musical note!

 

I sing today the song of life

fills my soul which with delight…

with myriad dreams it wings me to fly

to unknown destinations far off than the sky…

butterflies ,birds gaze at my flight

with varicoloured feathers I emboss my life

plays softly the music within…

when  chords of my heart

sync with harp of time…

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013.http://writetribe.com/dreams/

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The Mirror of Self

Some pages from the old book fluttered and reminded me of the times when I held the fanciful favourites in my hands.

While as a kid,I cherished the enchanting pictures of the fairytales where the Russian Tsar and Tsarinas flew and galloped on horses. Those tales always created a beautiful imagination in my mind and like being in the land of the princesses for quite a time.The hardcovered books ,their illustrations were so  unique that it fascinated every child’s mind.

Even though I could never buy those costlier ones,I managed to read them while on my visit to a cousin’s place.

In growing years, the choice of books changed and the tomboyish look got more inspired with the sleuth Nancy Drew series. Believe it or not, I actually dreamt of having a career as a detective for few years.

Books have this natural tendency of creating a world which is so surreal that the reader gets involved in the characters and the situation as a part of it. That is why it is often said,

“Books are the food for  mind.”

And so we should always try to select good books. Every book has a different role to play and if aptly done,it creates a positive effect on us.The kind of writing which invokes the negativism, can never contribute towards the welfare of the society. Such books are the outcome of the frustrations of a person while of that age and that particular society. As writers are always a part of society,they write what they see,feel,understand,comprehend and realize around them.Yet it is their duty to present before the world in books not a world of fantasy ,but a place of reality with motivational thoughts,the truth with a ray of hope and practical thoughts with some inspiration and depth.Such books are the real literature of that society and culture then,which for ages shall never die or perish.

Like the legendary “Gitanjali” which shall always remain the symbol of pure thoughts of the Late.Rabindranath Tagore.

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My teens had a wide range of favourites from the classics of Shakespeare,to the gorgeously written “Jane Eyre”,whether the story of “ David Copperfield”or of the innocent “Heidi”.

I got rolled over by the classical literature of that times but could hardly buy those books. Whatever I read during my childhood was all from the school library. Thanks to it,I got introduced to the variety. Fortunately or unfortunately, like every other girl,I never read Mills and Boon until marriage,neither the Sidney Sheldon’s.Even though I tried keeping rose flowers inside the books as memories ,but they faded along with the prints and writings of those books.Those were times when I tried exploring all the kinds of fictions and even liked P.G.Woodehouse for quite a long time.

The books we read mostly reflect the mindset and thought process we are in at that period of time. The level of our maturity and understanding solely can be understood seeing the type of books we are interested in. It is in these books that we try to find ourselves,our character and our nature. Every individual tries to identify himself in the characters of the book and feels strongly about it when he discovers any.

Books which often provide a sense of contentment are ones which motivate us through their characters and inspire us in times of dullness. Some infuse in us the strength of facing the real difficulties of the world while bringing a smile on our faces.

Unlike my passion, which is writing poetry, I never read poetry books in my whole lifetime.The ones which I read were those included in the school syllabus and had to be compulsorily read.

But till date two poems remained my favourite ,I remember them quite vividly for their permanent imprint on my mind, “Daffodils” by William Wordworth and  “The Highwayman”.

Nevertheless books have been the silent friends of every individual and so of mine. Today after such a long journey of life, I cherish the times when I got a book as gift from anyone or as a prize in any competition, but I am delighted that Iam  an author of four books now… and might be someday I will be the favourite of some or many ,who like me shall get inspired and cherish my books and writings.

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I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013.

Today’s prompt: Books. http://writetribe.com/books-day-3-festival-words-2/

 

MEMORIES-Write Tribe Festival of Words-2

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013. http://writetribe.com/welcome-write-tribe-festival-words-2/

The topic for today is” MEMORIES”

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So What ! If  time has wings and the moments fly away to higher skies and deepest oceans ,some twinkling as stars ,while others remain as mystical happenings,still they are in the core of our heart shining for ever as  “memories”.

Did she tell this to her fiancee,when they met at a cosy place for dinner?Oh !What was she thinking of now? It has to remain as past, the old ties would never get revisited and she has to forget about it.Even though the memories always gave her a deep sense of joy and delight and she could drown in it for hours without getting disturbed.But things were different now.

Life was now at another crossroad and she had chosen a path to walk with Daryl. How was she going to tell him about her past. The thoughts confused her more and she finally fell asleep.

Ten years ago,Sylvia was a loving girl in her twenties ,bubbly and cheerful,ready with her pranks and surprises. Both she and Alfred loved each other intensely and were supposed to get married on the coming Christmas eve.Alfred was her longtime friend and was her classmate too.Her Christmas present was really precious ,as this time it was her love being gifted to her …

The reindeers outside usually jingled their bells and the sledge moved on quitely without any noise. Even though it was snowing outside and the Lapland glowed with various luminescences and colours ,Sylvia hardly noticed anything .

This time she opened the door and a strong gust of air rushed in pushing her aside. The cow bell,that she had bought from Swiss Alps hung at her doorstep sounded with the blowing wind… She came out to see what it was?and found nothing.

This Christmas almost after a decade ,she was going to marry Daryl.

As she stepped inside and closed the door,she was shocked to see a figure standing in front of her. It was Alfred in his favourite attire.

“Why are you here now”? She trembled and asked .

“I come here to take you along”.

“I cannot leave you like this alone and with someone else.”answered Alfred.

“What nonsense”? said Sylvia.

“Iam happy and so you do not need to worry for me.”

“Oh! Is that why you have tears in your eyes.”

Sylvia got conscious and wiped her falling drops across her cheeks.Alfred came and kissed her crimson cheeks.

Before anyone could understand , Sylvia had fainted.When she got up, she saw her friends and relatives moving in her house. All preparations had been done and the marriage was in few hours.

She was still  lost in the whole incident and could not recover…

She never  knew why Alfred had ditched her and never turned up on the marriage night.

But why had he come now? When Iam starting  a new life?she pondered.Again lost in her memories,her fear grew more,as the night became darker.

His kiss still had the imprint of his breath on her skin and she stayed in that moment ,never to know that Alfred had died in an accident on the night of their marriage and she had lost her memory since then. She only had Alfred in her memory.

BLOSSOMS OF LIFE!

There’s some magic in the air.

The same breeze which blew everyday carries a new fragrance,or is it the old scent of the falling flowers? The advent of the spring with love or the advent of love in silent steps as spring of the season.

Whatever ,the world is a mystical place now, with beautiful chandeliers of the old times,glowing and illuminating the once stranded path.The hanging charismatic memories burning as the lanterns of pendants.

Love blooms again in silence ,the fragrance in the diffused atmosphere is the same,whether years ago,or today .

Time cannot hold back the moment once  it arrives with a blossom .

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