Thank you December

Never thought the cold could do better
Never thought my thoughts go numb
Never thought my dream would come alive
Never thought I could be living this way…

Oh, no no no I am not sad
December is going back
I am not
I am not sad…
Oh, no no no I am not depressed
Life is just testing me I guess
I am not
I am not depressed…

Let Joy Teach You – by Kate

Hi, this is the guest post shared by young and beautiful writer Kate Hurley. This piece of poem is about little things you need to observe to know what joy is. Allow yourself to experience the essence of joy and learn about life from it.

Let’s read her work together…

Let Joy Teach You

Let Joy Teach You – Kate Hurley

Yes, pain has taught you a thousand times.



The strength of your weary soul

A wild rose

Rooting down deep

Until it’s soft tendrils

Stretch up through the asphalt.

It hurts to push like that

But it’s what you have always done.



Yes pain has taught you a thousand times.



Sometimes a passionate clawing at the dirt.

A fierce determination to plant new seeds.



Sometimes a soft whimpering;

The brute of an army

To lift your body up from your bed

A fragile step towards the door

To feel sunshine on your face

When you thought there would never be sun again.



Yes pain has taught you a thousand times.

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In the kiss of a lover

Or the embrace of a friend

Hold on a little longer

Just like you have held on a little longer

So many times.



Let it teach you



When joy comes like a fury

In bread broken around a table with friends

Laughter like bullets

Piercing darkness



Let it teach you.



When joy comes in a whisper…

A kindness to yourself

As you look in the mirror

And you choose to see

The fading

As beauty etched from the strength of your days

Instead of a burden to bear



Swallow that joy up like water.

Let it teach you.



When joy comes in a letting go

Of controlling the past by regretting

Or controlling the future by worrying



When you see something beautiful

In this very moment

And you hold onto it’s gaze

Longer than you did last time

Enough to be here now

When you recognize that presence is not what you thought it was 

A moment that you can never hold on to

But the truest moment that will never end…

When that joy comes

Let it sift you

Let it change you

And let it teach you

Yes pain has taught you

A thousand times

Now let joy teach you

A thousand times more.

A Blessing for Those that are Grieiving

Let Joy Teach You

Yes, pain has taught you a thousand times.

The strength of your weary soul

A wild rose

Rooting down deep

Until it’s soft tendrils 

Stretch up through the asphalt.

It hurts to push like that

But it’s what you have always done.

Yes pain has taught you a thousand times.

Sometimes a passionate clawing at the dirt.

A fierce determination to plant new seeds.

Sometimes a soft whimpering;

The brute of an army 

To lift your body up from your bed

A fragile step towards the door

To feel sunshine on your face

When you thought there would never be sun again.  

Yes pain has taught you a thousand times.

In the kiss of a lover

Or the embrace of a friend

Hold on a little longer

Just like you have held on a little longer

So many times.



Let it teach you



When joy comes like a fury

In bread broken around a table with friends

Laughter like bullets

Piercing darkness



Let it teach you.



When joy comes in a whisper…

A kindness to yourself

As you look in the mirror

And you choose to see

The fading

As beauty etched from the strength of your days

Instead of a burden to bear



Swallow that joy up like water.

Let it teach you.



When joy comes in a letting go

Of controlling the past by regretting

Or controlling the future by worrying



When you see something beautiful

In this very moment

And you hold onto it’s gaze

Longer than you did last time

Enough to be here now

When you recognize that presence is not what you thought it was

A moment that you can never hold on to

But the truest moment that will never end…


When that joy comes

Let it sift you

Let it change you

And let it teach you



Yes pain has taught you

A thousand times

Now let joy teach you

A thousand times more.

This life one life

This life one life live life, ‘coz one day this life one life end life.

Live this life. DO what you want, what you need. Because there would be a day come when life will not be there to make you feel alive!

Feel the feeling of those who know they have left few time to live their dreams…

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Meri Jannat

 

Suna hai door kahin jannat hai

Jahan pariyon ka basera hai

Bhawro se ghire paaki phool

Aur khushi ka sama hai

Khoya naa paya bas dekha manzar

Lehraati hawayen aur surkh safed barfili chaadar

Sapne sa wo jahan kaed sa palkon me

Jaise koi sufiyana raabtaa ho safar se

Jo kahe sab sach kardu

Bas thaame rakhna

Jo kahe mujhse yeh bin kahe

Bas zara sambhalna

Wo roshni si subah ki sath lalima liye

Chhede zara neend me

Halki si aahat aur hawaayon me khushboo liye

Chhede zara neend me

Suna tha door kahin jannat hai

Jahan pariyon ka basera hai

Aaj paya jannat ko apne behadd kareeb

Haan ek paaki phool mere aangan me bhi khila hai

Bas ab aur kya kahen, usi se yeh khushi ka sama hai

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She lived a life with all her burns

Growling thunder with sour dirt

ImageComing out from her eyes when she hurts

Seeing her smile will turn it a myth

No one can know, No one can see

She crushed the sensation with all her right

 

Once a while there were clouds

Raining her thorough, tantalizing her sorrows

She wanted to break that cocoon

She wanted to fly, she wanted to smile

But the dreams left her all alone

 

Approaching the wild, she acted like a child

Exalting the happiness, she made other smile

As much as bliss one can returns

God yet saved her, God yet blessed her

All she does and lived a life with all her burns

finding happiness- An art

Its an art to find a reason of smile from small small things in our life.. like enjoy d rain wid hot jalebis.. talking to an old frnd and tease them by their x’s name.. watching n listening to a small baby wen he calls muma pa.. every 1 have some hidden reasons to smile. now it depends who have such kind of art.. 🙂