Bare or Bear!

Flings with situations that apease us do not patronize us at that particular moment. Because our desires are forged into our needs and we fail to understand its boundry we have crossed and the cost we must pay.

There is a reason and a lesson behind these fables and tales we are made to listen to. That’s how we get to understand the difference between light and dark. But we learn that when we stare too much at light, it may blind us and if we look too deep into dark is when we get directed towards a light which routes us further.

These are tell takes of wisdom sought only when we fight battles and not just be an audience to it. We proclaim to be humble and frame humility as an ornament. But are they just a body or absorbed by our soul is worthy of an answer which only wisdom can give.

Wisdom has the power to destroy and create. The path we chose to take is where the fate of our soul lies.
Bare or Bear is the ground reality on how much we uncover the light and draw wisdom as a sorcerer or how much our soul bears the brunt of the arrogance we market as wisdom. As every hit from dark costs us a piece of our soul and we cannot question on what is most precious to lose.

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Some sounds are music to ears, some are just plain noise, while some are a surprising element of mystery and some are mystic. When mystery and mystic sound the same, we wonder what we capture or what has us captured.

HemasSphere presents series on the choicest of ‘homophones’ forged into a choice of lifestyle worth to look into.

While the world moves on sounds, who could fathom that sounds move the world.

Accessary or Accessory!

The surprising element of a support system is when it-‘support’, being the protagonist of the story, takes a back seat and is considered just a decorative element.

We cannot fathom to reach a destination without following a certain route. Support is the path to reach the pinned location.

Like the other face of every story, support system has a dark or evil doppelganger, while the other one is brighter and full of light. A good charactered entity to summarize.

The glory and the glamour catches the eye when we get accessoriers to support our temperment. Be it on us or what we tend to drape over us. A beautification object.

The partner in crime realistically supports the dark to imbue its hold over. The accessary in the role, without whom the darkness who just be confined and powerless.

The power which support holds is something which we need to mull over.

Where battles cannot be won alone, support wins kingdoms.

And the choice we make to choose to be the kind of support would describe the battle we choose to fight. As the ultimate truth is that light always emerges.

Accessory or accessary – the reign of the chosen crown.

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Some sounds are music to ears, some are just plain noise, while some are a surprising element of mystery and some are mystic. When mystery and mystic sound the same, we wonder what we capture or what has us captured.

HemasSphere presents series on the choicest of ‘homophones’ forged into a choice of lifestyle worth to look into.

While the world moves on sounds, who could fathom that sounds move the world.

Dye or Die!

Truth – when a patch of cloud hovers over the scorching sun, its the sigh of relief which does not cloud our judgement. The appearence of a patch of fog dye’s the feiry ball of fire, though temporarily.

That’s a survival instinct donned by truth which ravels itself in relieving that at dawn the light was a necessity and as time ticked by the cloud was.

It is a truth or dare situation where truth is utmost important but dare to dye the truth is survival.

Change is most certain a formula formulated by that machine we see as time, this one in particular designed by nature.

Nothing is stunted, one’s which are are shunned. The insignia of change is not to camouflage or hide the truth, but reveal the paramount need to change.

Death is the ultimate truth, but survival is a fact. We are designed to accept the facts first and not feign ignorance of the truth. There is no battle between fact and the truth but there is one between survival and death.

Dye or die is more of a nature phenomina at play which endorses the statement of change, a statement of survival.

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Some sounds are music to ears, some are just plain noise, while some are a surprising element of mystery and some are mystic. When mystery and mystic sound the same, we wonder what we capture or what has us captured.

HemasSphere presents series on the choicest of ‘homophones’ forged into a choice of lifestyle worth to look into.

While the world moves on sounds, who could fathom that sounds move the world.

Journey and destination – Begins here and ends here!

In awe of the symphony
My eyes put me through, yet
I can feel the fable on
My skin, when I see
You drape so beautifully over
The land, and yet you let her breathe.

Picturesque to see you flow over
Her body, like the wind is grazing over you
And you are dancing on the rhythm
Of the wind.

Your waves are the musicale in which
My courier, the one white daisy I pinned on you
Is narrating to me its joy
Being a part of you and being painted
With you over its body.

You are the carrier of my courier as I lay
My soul on you, through you, to feel the soul of her, her soul to
Talk to me.

To Tell me that you are not far away
Though my eyes can see the distance
That lay between us where you are lost to
My eyes.
My eyes want to see you, feel you through my skin, hold you in my arms
The way this water I lay the daisy in
Is holding it, though immersed in its soul
I can see the flower through the water

I wish to be this picture, drapped around land
Musicale of the waves hitting the shore Daisy floating in the water, feeling
Complete

A soul in a soul for a soul.
Only if I were this water and you were the land I caress and our union is displayed
By the beautiful daisy floating over us.
Seperate yet completely into each other
And complete the journey of search
And the destination of reach.

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An allegory, of a man standing on the shore of a sea and rekindling his relationship with his love, who is lost to the world.

His means of communication with his love is laying a daisy into the water for the water to take the gift to his love.

While he adores the relationship shared between the water and the land and wishes to share the same chemistry with his love.

Love letters to ‘LIFE’ – ‘Carrier!’

Dear Life,

When we say “life, as we know it”, are you good or evil? Are you light or darkness?

If you are dark and evil, then laughter is a sin and if you are good and light then tears are virtue. Then how do I love you for just being a sinner or hate you for passing on the virtue!

I love you as you are life and neither good or evil and light or darkness. You carry the good and evil with you and pass on the light and darkness for me or the world to have the share of each one of it.

I know you love me as you have given me the share of these qualities you carry with you for me to carry with me on this journey with me.

This love matters.

Love,
Me.

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Love as a definition is “a strong feeling of affection.” A feeling vividly felt for and towards humans or otherwise, in our lives.

Life without love may seem unreal. But, love with life is far more real and misunderstood for gratitude towards life. Love is not gratitude. Love is a fact, a truth, a bond beyond gratitide.

Love letters to ‘LIFE’

This letter is titled – ‘Carrier!’

Love letters to ‘LIFE’ – ‘You take my breath away!’

Life, my love,

It is not entirely wrong if I say that you take my breath away. But, it is absolutely true that you also make me breathe. So, do I say that you fill me up with you or you fill me up with me! You do fill me up and not keep me empty and thats why I love you.

I see you in others while I see you in me and its amazing to see you everywhere.

In this journey together with you and me, you have given me all the credit and all the name, while you never took any credit for the same, though you just remained a name ‘life’ with me.

This love matters.

Love,

Me.
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Love as a definition is “a strong feeling of affection.” A feeling vividly felt for and towards humans or otherwise, in our lives.

Life without love may seem unreal. But, love with life is far more real and misunderstood for gratitude towards life. Love is not gratitude. Love is a fact, a truth, a bond beyond gratitide.

Love letters to ‘LIFE’

This letter is titled – ‘You take my breath away!’

Love letters to ‘LIFE’ – Chimes of Childhood!

Dear Mr. Life or Ms. Life,

Why do people always catagorize wisdom on how old one is? Am I not wise enough as I am 7yrs old?

I have heard a lot from my elders about you. They say you are very good to people who are good to others. But, what do you do if people are bad to other people? If you do something bad to them, then aren’t you bad as well?

I saw a cat eat my parrot yesterday and I cried, but could not hit the cat. Now I see that cat is still alive and well today and that you have not hurt it. I know you are good and if you start hurting all cats that eats parrots, there will be not cats left.

I told you I was wise enough, and I love you for not hurting that cat.

Love,
Me.

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Love as a definition is “a strong feeling of affection.” A feeling vividly felt for and towards humans or otherwise, in our lives.

Life without love may seem unreal. But, love with life is far more real and misunderstood for gratitude towards life. Love is not gratitude. Love is a fact, a truth, a bond beyond gratitide.

Love letters to ‘LIFE’

This letter is titled – ‘Chimes of Childhood!’

Love letters to ‘LIFE’ – Benign ominous entry!

While some of us wander in search of answers, the most difficult ones are to know you. To know you by your name ‘Life’. I have not been on any such search untill you knocked on my door.

You came with a lot of surprises which were not just balloons and roses. That is what I love about you. You burst those balloons after giving it to me and you pricked me with thorns after tricking me to accept those roses. I was miffed and disconsolate, that is what you loved about me.

That laughter of yours after tricking me was your way to make me learn what you wanted to say. I suppose many don’t get to learn and keep getting pricked. And still don’t find the answers they look for.

Well, seldom do answers knock on the door and as you did knock on mine, I love you for loving me.

This love matters.

Love,

Me.

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Love as a definition is “a strong feeling of affection.” A feeling vividly felt for and towards humans or otherwise, in our lives.

Life without love may seem unreal. But, love with life is far more real and misunderstood for gratitude towards life. Love is not gratitude. Love is a fact, a truth, a bond beyond gratitide.

Love letters to ‘LIFE’

This letter is titled – Benign ominous entry!

Love letters to ‘LIFE’ – Not a Dice!

Dear Life,

Do numbers matter? May be, may be not. What matters is how I see you and how you see me.

I see you through the tears that fills my eyes and, you roll it down my cheeks. You ensure that you make me smile and, that happiness fills my heart.

I came into your arms crying! That is how your welcome was. So, that’s fine if I get to cry sometimes. It reminds me of those fortunate days you teach me. I love you even more when you bestow that laughter which you feel due towards me or owe me.

I love that you keep me held in your arms. The lessons you teach me. And you make sure I learn.

Though it may seem like I have you, you tend to remind me that you have me as well. So as we have each other to love, does number on the time matter? May be, may be not.

All that matters is I have you and you tell me that you have me.

This love matters.

Love,
Me.

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Love as a definition is “a strong feeling of affection.” A feeling vividly felt for and towards humans or otherwise, in our lives.

Life without love may seem unreal. But, love with life is far more real and misunderstood for gratitude towards life. Love is not gratitude. Love is a fact, a truth, a bond beyond gratitide.

Love letters to ‘LIFE’

This letter is titled – Not a Dice!

Earth –  Our piece of peace!

Among our share of wordly possessions, we often seek ‘peace’ on the top of rest of the desires. We seldom realise that peace is where we stand, where we sit, where we rest, where we place our abode. That peace in a piece of land. This holy earth.

When it comes to catagorisation of wealth, land is counted as one of the prized possessions. Land or earth, symbolizes, pride, wealth, abode, territory. But, it also symbolizes, gravity, gratitude, strenght, support and a place to be called home. The existence of ‘rest’ or ‘peace’ as we call it. Soil is often also metaphorically referred to as the base of our existance or our identity.

How ever strong a being is, would not be able to stand unless supported by the earth. This soil provides its ground to stand still even to a mountain or a tree.

Our dreams on reaching heights or the height of our flight also begins from this ground. Ground is the begining of every flight we make.

This humble ground teaches us the treasure our life holds in itself. While we live on the earth we are bound to find that peace we spend our lives hunting for. We just need to understand the ground we are standing on.

Possess that gratitude which indeed would become our strenght, and help us with the peace which lies with this gravity and bring us back home to understand our true identity.

Earth

Our piece of peace.

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The companionship of body and soul is a mystical bond beyond our comprehension.

We often see the body and know of its importance but curious to read the soul which is the lifeline of the body.

HemasSphere brings to you the soul or the lifeline of the five elements of nature and how they represent our lives.

Fire, Water, Air, Sky and Earth.

This post concentrates on ‘Earth’.