Almost there

“Almost”, what do you think of this word? When do you use it? Is it a sad word or a happy word for you?

It sure gives a brief sense of contentment because of the word “most” in it, but when it comes with “al” in it, it’s the most unfinished word in the dictionary.

“I almost did it”, but almost, not thoroughly.

“She was almost good for him”, but she is not perfect for him.

“They almost made it”, but couldn’t succeed.

“I almost quit”, but still I am trying.

It’s a big word, in the sense you can feel it everywhere, a sense of uncertainty, insufficiency, an impression of wanting, trying and hoping. You must have heard it like a thousands times, “Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe. I am hoping for that.” Every almost has a story behind it. You can call it a six alphabet story, ALMOST.

Nobody wins or loose entirely. It always revolves around almost. Almost win or almost loose. Because it’s a series of action to achieve a certain result. You can’t just overlook the steps taken to reach the final destination. Though there is a failure at endpoint, but still there might me some achievements in the process to reach the almost final destination. 

So what do you think? What vibes do you get from your almost? Does your almost gives you encouragement because you have reached your almost point in your attempt, the number of attempts doesn’t matter. Or it conveys a feeling of breakdown for reaching almost but not final purpose?

Since I want to be optimistic in every possible scenarios, I want to add a positive saying in the last that uses the word almost,

Motivation will almost always beat mere talent

Via daily prompt: almost

(un)known answers for (un)known questions

Perpetual waves of questions,

Filled with mysterious conundrums.

Reasoning what, when, how and why,

Beyond the conscious state of mind,

Either with harsh truth or subtle lies.

Brimmed with turmoil and fluster,

In every possible explanations

As there’s no satisfactory conclusion.

Knowing the answers,

Yet hesitate to explain,

Reversing the question,

By questioning the answers,

Again and again.

Trying to search

For some decorative words,

To answer the question

Though in a complicated demeanor.

Seeking the answer in the empty night,

For the questions which rises in sunlight.

Wandering in pursuit of utter understanding,

For some convoluted,yet true feelings.

Startled to tell the one that cares,

For fear of hurting them sooner or later.

Choose to stay silent than some incoherent explanations,

Either to make them understand the real answer,

Or just to avoid the distressing situations.

But it’s not always this way or that way,

There’s always an unsettling third way.

Because life is not just black and white,

But the shades of grey from every sight.

Comes with certain unwanted life and time,

Where right and wrong have no redline,

Where heart and mind begin to fight,

Throwing the answers to a questionable height.

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Via daily prompt: confess

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Optimistic

Sparkling clarity in my head,

Energised spirit with skepticism at the end.

Sipping on my smile,

An utter pleasure of my life.

Made plainly of laugh and tears,

Either in confidence or out of fear.

Found the strength to speak,

To know the change I seek.

Neither beautiful, nor magnificent,

But simple and transparent,

Like some insignificant existence.

With sending away the eclipse of sorrow in the past,

I ignited the flame of optimism in my heart,

When I envision the beauty in my flaws,

When I found the direction for my pause.

Walking over and over,

The same path of elation in circle,

To permeate the spell around my heart,

The sense of bliss in paradise of my heart.

Where the moon hovers in the cloudless sky,

Where my optimism reaches to its optimistic height,

Where my soul prepares itself to fly.

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Via daily prompt: mild

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Screams from within

Hello everyone. Hope you all have a good day. Well, as those who read my previous post about my writer’s block ( those who have not read it, its a poem about my writer’s block, you can read it via this link, dedicated to my writer’s block), knows that i had some doubts and difficulty in arranging my thoughts and pen it down. I thought of talking to myself for a while. Well, i talked, all i come up with are some somber thoughts, though i don’t want to dig it deeper. But i think, sometimes, its fine to get a bit depressed. So here’s how i arranged my today’s thoughts. Its not a type for “a ray of sunshine”, but i hope you get the message behind it.

Her silent dissent,

Against the social wicked precept,

Full of inner rage and disgust,

To which everyone is stone deaf.

They paint her existence,

With inaccurate colors and shades.

Put her fabricated being in front of mirror,

Forced her to believe in the deception,

Of her distorted illustration.

Locked her thoughts and see,

Her futile attempts to release,

After handing her the wrong key.

She swallow their words as a whole,

As the result of her silent rebellion.

These corrupted words,

Left the imprints on her heart,

Shattering her truths in parts.

She screams from within, where no one hears,

She cries from within,with no more tears.

She stumbles in her own presence,

She finds herself wrong in her own assumptions.

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Shifting the blame

Repleted with mistakes,

Continues to take missteps,

Though aware of all rights and wrongs,

But let them drop to neglect and ignore.

This is what covered the soul,

From being candor to a complete fraud.

Some blunders are result of fear and doubts 

The doubts of accepting some tough truths.

While some becomes the necessity of a custom,

The custom of lying, just to avoid the real situation.

Shifting the blame, on nearby compass,

Becomes the routine for every aberrations,

With no sense of guilt and regret,

Entering in new horizon of mistakes.

Putting the loyalty out of the line,

Shaping a new, yet flawed design,

Of shifting the blame,

With handful of excuses, so lame.

Pointing the finger at other’s faults,

But moving on their own errors without any halt.

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Via daily prompt: compass

Talking

Talking, be it an articulate one or some frantic rants, it’s always great and valuable. Wait, it comes with some “terms and conditions applied”. And the condition here is to whom you are talking. To whom you are describing yourself.  In short, whom are you choosing as your listener. You must have heard it, ” stupid conversation make sense when you are talking to someone special”. On the other hand, if your listener is not interested, the whole process is futile. The whole conversation is just compilation of some unrelated, scattered words with no outcomes. Its like planting flowers at someone else’s backyard who aren’t going to water them. I know it’s not a great analogy, but a bit relative.

Since we are talking about Talking, here’s a thought, “Talking about past”. Is it a good idea? Does it really matters? I don’t know. I am just asking. What I know is that if you are talking about your past, or even thinking, talking about it, it means you do care about your past. 

Talking, discussing without being biased, creates magic sometimes. It’s like unfolding the layers which are covered under the dust of time. When the layers unfold, they give you answers to your questions, or I should say, it replace your assumptions with certain answers. Some being reasonable, as you have already assumed it in your mind, some being surprising, as your assumptions didn’t reach there.

Not talking due to disappointment and being continuously misunderstood is justifiable, but not talking due to illogical ego is nothing, but just plain foolish and impractical. Grudges are always a waste of perfect bliss. No doubt, It will serve your ego, but not for a long time. 

So what’s wrong in expressing some doubts of your past by talking about it while keeping aside your grudges, if it brings some transparency in your life.

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Via daily prompt: bliss