Discipline Your Mind
Discipline your mind. Let it become a constant stream of messages
which uplift you and the world around you. Why feed the negatives you
hear on the news, from the gossip of others or from those in your life.
You choose what you allow yourself to buy into. Why buy damaged goods?
You have more power inside you than you know and telepathy is real.
Thoughts are energy and the more you learn to use your telepathic mind
to create the greater your gifts increase. Today don’t just watch your
words, formulate your thoughts to make a difference. With enough energy
propelling it, what one thinks becomes so and creates a ripple effect in
life. Thoughts are power, words are power, all is energy, use it
wisely!
~Ariaa Jaeger ~Ariaaisms ~Spiritual Food for the Soul~ Http://Ariaa.com ~©2013 all rights reserved
~Ariaa Jaeger ~Ariaaisms ~Spiritual Food for the Soul~ Http://Ariaa.com ~©2013 all rights reserved
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Blogger of the Day : http://soul6.com/
For My Best Friend (Poem)
Posted by admin on October 13, 2010 in Friendship, Poem
When life had nothing
But an endless task
You flew in to my life
Like an angel of smiles
You kindle my dreams
You brighten my days
You now walk with me
Be it rain or shine
The vision we have
The dreams we see
We will make them come true
With you by my side
Though Miles and
Between you and me
I Count on you
And the friendship we share..
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Today's Blogger of the Day is: Maitreyee Chowdhury
Blog URL: http://jumble-rumble-thoughts.blogspot.com/
In madness I belong
In times of creativity, bounding on relativity,
My mind hovers over the infinite-
In the inferno that boils within,
sometimes placating, sometimes bizzare, What is it about the search?
Is craziness this, is love this, and then I think again...
In serinity I want madness, In tranquility I find no peace
A face that elludes the soul,
A smile not brazen enough-
What is this madness that I seek
Of demons and angels that co- exist?
When Passion makes its flights of fancy,
And encompasses the zeal to see the naked-
The 'MOULD' then turns a mere fancy for things that lie within,
The spoken word of love and peace juggle in vain-
A pair of eyes with their questions, try my heart strings again.
A gesture, a word at times don't suffice
For love that burns within-
A madness in the soul I seek,
Not tepid words herin-
'I love u' s and 'Muaah's are just so passe...
Where's the feeling I say
If love were to life
As life were to love
Then let the madness begin.
In the dance of the Lord, that mourned his wife and tore to bits herself,
Of falling parts and embers deep-
Places of worship they become
Aye thats the madness that love begets, and a passion that is FELT!
For madness and worship are words that bring
Sense to sanity and insanity within....
Thus in the madness thou shalt find,
An inferno raging 'PEACE'
And then shall they the eyes tell the story within
Of a love and life that of madness only sing
And a peace therin that flows, now tepid, silent and unassuming......
My mind hovers over the infinite-
In the inferno that boils within,
sometimes placating, sometimes bizzare, What is it about the search?
Is craziness this, is love this, and then I think again...
In serinity I want madness, In tranquility I find no peace
A face that elludes the soul,
A smile not brazen enough-
What is this madness that I seek
Of demons and angels that co- exist?
When Passion makes its flights of fancy,
And encompasses the zeal to see the naked-
The 'MOULD' then turns a mere fancy for things that lie within,
The spoken word of love and peace juggle in vain-
A pair of eyes with their questions, try my heart strings again.
A gesture, a word at times don't suffice
For love that burns within-
A madness in the soul I seek,
Not tepid words herin-
'I love u' s and 'Muaah's are just so passe...
Where's the feeling I say
If love were to life
As life were to love
Then let the madness begin.
In the dance of the Lord, that mourned his wife and tore to bits herself,
Of falling parts and embers deep-
Places of worship they become
Aye thats the madness that love begets, and a passion that is FELT!
For madness and worship are words that bring
Sense to sanity and insanity within....
Thus in the madness thou shalt find,
An inferno raging 'PEACE'
And then shall they the eyes tell the story within
Of a love and life that of madness only sing
And a peace therin that flows, now tepid, silent and unassuming......
Today's Blogger of the Day is : OXYACETELYN (I hope I knew your name)
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Sometimes the entire point of growing up can be summed up by the act of/ ability to buy(ing) a zinger burger and a box of hot wings by yourself, with your own money, no explanations to anyone.
Posted by oxyacetelyne at 4:48 PM
My Comments : "Bravo"
Today's Blogger of the Day :
ReplyDeleteFaznita's territory...
'..one write not because one wants to say something, one write because one has something to say..'
My Comments : Is'nt in the whole point of blogging ...... said in the most beautiful and simplest way ever !!
Today's Blogger of the Day :
ReplyDeleteBEYOND HORIZON
http://beyondhorizon-poonam.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
IT'S ALWAYS ME..........
It's me,
Being a part of crowd,
Questions, "WHY THE CROWD?"
It's me,
Whose life is ruled by CLOCK,
If reached on time that's the LUCK.......
It's me,
Who stay away from VIOLENCE,
Scared of the consequence (VICIOUS CIRCLE OF LAW)........
It's me,
Who has the Biggest Right: TO VOTE,
But it's also True,
My Voice don't reach the (DEAF) ears to whom I vote.......
It's me,
Who DIE everyday,
Whether it's a POLITICAL RAGE,
or a TERRORIST CAGE.........
It's me,
Who has to SUFFER,
During a STRIKE,
In PRICE HIKE,
Or during INFLATION,
& in RECESSION............
It's me,
Who finds happiness in SMALL THING,
Don't know what TOMORROW will BRING.........
It's me,
Who ignores MY WOUND, (IS THAT WHY I STILL SUFFER?)
Which DEEPENS each day,
& Nothing to soothe the PAIN.......
It's me,
LOST even in CROWD,
& the UNKNOWN FATE.........
IT'S ME & ALWAYS WILL BE,
" A COMMON MAN......................
oh!....thank u so much 4 making blogger of d day :)
ReplyDeletePleasure is all mine :)
ReplyDeleteTodays Blogger of the Day is:
ReplyDeleteDate : 31st May 10
BLogger: Bombay Ki Raani: Sapna Bhavnani
adventures of a bombay brat stuck in a mumbai rut!
houseful
I keep on erasing
Its something I do best
You keep on resurrecting
Its something I regret
That movie
That scene
That line
That’s fine
This life
This moment
This ride
We ignite
I erase
U
U rephrase
I erase
U
U let me
The movie ends before the climax. The tickets sold out. The public fooled.
A houseful board in front of an empty house!
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ReplyDeleteToday's Blogger of the Day:
ReplyDelete..what if someday I forget about myself?
http://beautyvaccine.blogspot.com
written by : SKG
How could I let this happen to me?
How could I let my monster pull me down so deep?
Why am I my own biggest enemy?
Why am I doing this to myself?
I need to pick myself up.
Seriously.
Slap myself across the face and say: "Wake up! You live in a big fucking world and in a few years there's only going to be you. No one will take care of you. Mommy's not gonna stay. Dad's not either. Your friends aren't going to take responsibility. You have to carry your own baggage. Just wake the fuck up, and grow up. Because if you don't, you'll end up in a place you'll loathe.
Today's Blogger of the Day : Poonam
ReplyDeletehttp://beyondhorizon-poonam.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
AND NAMED IT AS............
LOVE.......
Prime feeling to ignite in a mind,
An emotion not limited to mankind.......
Sowing the love seed,
Into the pure heart of a kid,
Love each one around,
It's a LIFE'S Base,Our Ground............
Power to immerse living being,
No fear of drowning.................
Small,STRONG word,
Won't break by any SWORD........
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But It Did,YES IT DID!
By SWORD of HATE.
We loved each other,
RELIGION,CASTE did not matter.
POISON of Hate,
CURSE to our LOVE,
Tried to BREAK,
We stood with FORTITUDE,
Front of MISGUIDED Attitude.
Flesh tore apart by RUTHLESS guns,
SOULS ripped by CLOSED ONES.........
(MIS)BELIEFS of Society,
An ILLUSION of "UNITY IN DIVERSITY",
CREMATED Love: Our IDENTITY.
LIGHT of LOVE,
BLOWN into SMOKE.............
(BRUTAL) FUNERAL of LOVE, of FEELINGS,
And Named It As "HONOR KILLINGS"......................
Today's Blogger of the Day : Vishal Raj
ReplyDeletehttp://vishal-raj.blogspot.com/
But...
Path that we walked
Time that we spent
Words that we spoke
I shall cherish them in my heart
But, A life without you
Rainbows with no hue
Morning with no dews
Where do I keep them ?
Feelings that had groomed
Spans shared in the room
Sweet kisses exchanged
I shall cherish them in my heart
But, Lost guts to start again
Frailty to bear the pain
Wounds chiseled in vain
Where do I keep them ?
Love we had shared
Space that we gave
Fathom that we had
I shall cherish them in my heart
But, Emptiness in my heart
Feelings teared apart
Loneliness on my part
Where do I keep them ?
Moments of intimacy
Closeness of the bodies
Silence of our lives
I shall cherish them in my heart
But, Unrequited questions
Unbridled aggressions
The unsinful repressions
Where do I keep them ?
I am honored. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteBlogger of the Day : Maitraie Baxi
ReplyDeleteLink : http://maitraie.blogspot.com/
Broken smiles, unlived promises, forgotten kisses
Nothing, but the ruins of my soul this is.
Looks like a brawny castle from the outside
Of all there is there, only silent noises & bats reside.
At times I do see creepers of faith crawling up the walls
I do give in and nurture, but mostly it’s the poison-ivy that sprawls.
These ruins of my soul would be restored I believe
For, my karmas would outdo the evil that devils have weaved.