There is probably no topic which has captivated people throughout the centuries and from most every culture than the topic of love. We put a man on the moon, broke the speed of sound, and mapped the human genome, but love remains a complete mystery. Science has not been able to explain it. Mathematics cannot predict it. Poets still wrestle with adequate words to describe it.

It may have been more than two centuries ago, but Plato’s words have never sounded more true, “Every heart sings a song, incomplete.” We are all looking for love. At any given moment, we may be far from it but we never stop hoping the next opportunity is just over on the horizon. We are all looking for true love.

One of our frustrations with love is our complete inability to keep it. Like sand slipping between our fingers, the harder we grasp the faster it seems to fall through. It would be nice if love was as simple as baking a batch of cookies or building a bird house for the backyard; a simple set of ingredients, a logical list of steps to take. But we all know the truth; love cannot be manufactured. It cannot be bought or traded. It cannot be forced. It cannot be controlled. It cannot be plotted on a map or broken down into a checklist of to do’s.But, it is possible to find true love; even unconditional love!We use the word love to describe a lot of things. We love food. We love music. We love a good joke and we love having a good time. Using love to describe such simple things makes the word seem a little safer. It is safe because we are not exposed. A great cup of coffee cannot reject us. A song from our favorite band does not leave us feeling useless. But when we choose to share our life with another person, we inevitably make a choice to become vulnerable. Unfortunately, vulnerability leaves our defenses down and often we get hurt.

We all know the feeling: rejection, humiliation, desperation. Opening our heart to another person, only to be rejected, is one of the most painful experiences in life. It hurts the most because in love we are most vulnerable. It’s worse than physical pain because it shakes us at the core of our identity, our hopes, and our dreams. Love rushes us to the mountain-top, and when lost, sends us careening back to the valley below. We cannot help but feel empty. We cannot help but feel worthless. We cannot help but feel hopeless.We must realize that most of what we call love and our search for it, is really a desperate expedition for evidence that we are valuable enough to be loved in the first place. We want to feel like our life is worth something to someone. We are desperate to be known, not just as a body, but as a soul. We want to be vulnerable and in that vulnerability to be accepted. We want to be loved unconditionally.
To be known and not loved is our greatest fear.
This is where we find the great struggle of looking for true love. As one author puts it, “To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear.” Each of us wants to find a way to open up our hearts and lives and know that in that moment of honesty we will be accepted and not rejected.

We all know the risks, so we tend toward pretending. Too nervous to share the truth, we morph into whatever seems most desirable. But that is empty. We know it and we just do not know what else to do. We feel like we have to keep the show going. After all, what is the alternative? If we open up with the whole truth, we face the risk of being ridiculed, rejected and thrown away.

Honestly, true love has never really been about romance or passion at all. It is about truth and value. It is about vulnerability and acceptance. It is about wholeness and finding peace. It is about discovering a foundation on which we can build our lives and on which we can place our hope and confidence. It is about feeling like we are worth something. It is about sharing vulnerability and in the midst of it, feeling loved unconditionally.

Dear stranger,

If you ever wanted
to write but
doubted your
writing skills,
today I urge you to
pen down whatever
is inside your
heart without the
fear of judgment.
Poetry has no
rules, it’s a form
of expression.
In the times we
live in, it’s so
important to open
up and share what
you’re going
thorough and how you
see the world and
how you want to see
it. Remember your
words are powerful.
They can impact
your own life and
lives of people
around you. Use
them wisely.

A car that is not visible in the dark is likely to meet with an accident. The person whose output or achievements do not come to the notice is those who matter, is most likely to fail in accomplishing the desired results. It is not enough to work alone – you must make your presence felt. Projecting yourself produces mega results!

               If your efforts go unnoticed, all you do only enters the records. Properly projected work can bring about die returns. To be successful in life, what you do must frequently strike the minds of those who matter. Opening a shop is one thing- and that may be easy. But attracting people to it and getting them enthused about buying your products and services? AHH!! That is an entirely different matter! If your customers do not know that you have opened a shop, and if you cannot get them to enter and make some purchases, what’s the use of opening the shop?

              Anyone who shoes away from projecting himself/herself, keeps off success. Many a small effort by way of the right degree of self projection has fetched commendable success. If you don’t get noticed you don’t get anything in return. It is essential that you get noticed, but in an artful, tactful and through healthy means without screaming or cheap trickery! Do well whatever you do and then make it public.

    If you are a student, discuss both your progress as well as your problems with your teachers. Participate in extra curricular activities and events if significance. If you work in an office share your success stories and achievements with your bosses and seniors. Always remember, proper self projection prevents poor performance and poor response. 

                   Either Project – Or Perish!

You have to carefully mark energies

Energies that pull you down,

That keep you from being unabashedly happy,

That generate guilt,

Know that they are not yours,

Know that they are borrowed,

Or rather dumped at you.

They certainly do not belong to you.

You have to shed them and move ahead.

Anything that makes you feel inadequate or not enough,

Too loud, or not enough,

Too rouge and not sophisticated enough,

Too much of something and yet not enough of something else.



If it sets a limit of how wild, or wise, or vain or bold you have to be,

Know that those limits are just imposed.

These are the energies that have creeped into you and are parasitic.

You do not need to host them,

You have to listen to your body

And hear the sound of repugnance it makes.

Become incapable of being a host.

Disassociate from all negativity that is thrown at you.

If you cannot disassociate from the people who throw it, become a vast shining pool of light that overwhelmes the parasite, blinds it, transforms it.

Yet never make transformation your duty.

The light in your pool is to keep you afloat, and whoever whatever trips into it, they float too.

Impulse your life with action.
Don’t wait for it to happen. Make it happen instead.
Make your own future.
Make your own hope.
Make your own love.
And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen… yourself right now, right down here on the Earth 🌎

She has a story
She does has a story
A story full of all the amendments, appreciations, justifications and rejections. Personality wise she was vibrant.
A female with heck lot of aspirations.
She detest the people who don’t let the small little saplings to grow into great successful leaders. She detest them too who thinks she is infirm.
The tribe sometimes oppressed her.
The tribe sometimes banished her out.
But she holding exuberance and fearless as her quality..proved herself as a “SHE”RO every damn time.
To infringe the law of people was the only option she had.
And doing all the above actions never made her sad.
Despite being a warrior in process, she inherited the strengths from a place.
She cultivated those from the backbone she possessed in the form of humans…”HER PARENTS”

And hence, she was born a path breaker as well as nurtured into one!

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton