#Spirituality – "The Wounded Shrink."

Parrot and the Prince

The Prince: Shuddho was barely 14 when his father left their palace for solitude, the tender sweet boy somehow managed to retain the innocent twinkle in his bright dreamy eyes, despite the agony of losing a doting father. The boy grew up around his grief-stricken mother and a younger sister, only to see the hardships…
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TRUST…

i always tell myself, it is at the end a game of trust, faith and belief. “They loved each other (or so they thought, after all who really knows what love is ,is it even something that can be understood or known?),what they understood of love was that it is the ability to stick together…
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DISAGREEMENTS and choosing your battles…

A WhatsApp group I am a part of and a conversation with a good friend of mine prompted me to pen this down, We are always told, that the key to any healthy relationship is comfortable communication, it is easy to communicate when you are expressing love and appreciation, but how many of us are…
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The Art of letting Go

‘vo jo khwab sa kya kahein ki jaane den,ye jo hai kamse kam ye rahe ke jaane den…’ Well …all the experiences, people, situations, patients that i come across on daily hourly minutely basis ,make me feel like life is screaming at me telling me, there is just one thing that can be done…letting it…
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In the name of love

in the name of the most compassionate ,most merciful, in the name of God, in gratitude ,in blame, beyond words ,beyond sensations ,beyond feelings ,beyond separation ,I AM there are two ‘I’s ,one that perceives, one that is not ‘there’ to be perceived , On looking no one is found ,it is dark ,slow empty…
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Truth

Who is this I that is wondering, Constantly churning in its own wandering Who is this I that is looking for words Troubled by its own narrative Who is this I that is cooking stories Who is this I that feels wobbly… Shaken in its own turmoil… Or am I the one watching all this…
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Sand Castles

Sand castlesshe has a habbit of making castles,she gathers sand ,pebbles, stones et allgives them what she has allmakes them with her heart full on some are left too early in the sun to perishrays of misunderstandings ,make it rot and fallsome crumble in the wind,the wind of expectations,Some just disappear in the dark nights…
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Surrender…

i forget ,i rememberi stumble ,i am foreveri remember seeing u in me for the first timecan i use that as a pointer i wondermy name ,fake fame ,it is all in the gamei love thy in me,why not me in meshe gave me toolstales to rememberthe grip loosens when i hold it tighterand magic…
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Journey within , Journey without…

i see myself as a pendulumbouncing back and forthbetween arrogance and doubt i see myself swaying here and therecoming back in the centreswaying away again i think to myself may be i am the one seeingmay be i am the bolt stayingi think i get tired i think again i step back and observe all…
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