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| The Uplifters One of the saddest things about a woman in a sweater poorly knit - with racked-nerves she looks to find a home an empty bench. Anywhere to lay her tired head. Bologna and crackers her only dinner devoid of eloquence, desperate and freezing in want for romance the northwind doled its bitter bite without sympathy, without empathy, without respite - hours melted into longer hours, weary and assuming. The nightfall of philanthropy was over,no dimes were tossed inside her waiting cup - passerbys pay little attention to a bum on the street, her head down into the shell of her worn-lonely collar. Trying to deposit the steam of life, she stamps her frozen feet. They've proclaimed her heretic; a raving lunatic, the fleeting audience walking by. She felt her muse evicting mutterings, and with delusion on tongue, her genius was myth... . her poems wobbling in the cold, her prose looking for warmth looking for relief an invitation lingered on her mind. But in the double darkness, the black-velvet drape its course without any rescue - she could only write in vain. she leaves ink-stains wrapped around her heart, around her poems, she attempts to keep them warm for another day to keep them for just one more 'morrow asking for a quarter for her crumpled page. | |
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| The Uplifters
They pull a string, she jerks her head,
They say ‘do this’, ‘ok’ she says.
Bound by the strings that’s where she’ll go,
Never feeling more alone.
But her head is wooden, it cannot feel.
They choose her story, that’s the deal.
So her smile it glistens, her heart is sings,
Whilst bound to eternity by the strings.
They burn and mark her skin so fair,
She curls up tight and says a prayer.
But the time has come to take a stand,
To rise to the challenge, no helping hand.
As the sun falls and the night creeps in,
She prepares to commit the most wickedly sin.
Whilst they cast her away and let arrogance fly,
She had been keeping a watchful eye.
The almighty blades, they shone in the light
She hurled herself forward, they were in plain sight.
The sting of cold metal, it gave her a rush,
As she cut the strings, with a final push.
They pull a string and I’m not there,
They say ‘do this’ and I don’t care.
I see their game, but they can’t see me,
As I watch from behind the curtain with glee.
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Indian youth simply hate politics. In fact, in my opinion, the easiest way to cut short your Facebook friend list is to start posting in favor or in against a certain political party. Probably this is the reason that we could see such a huge disparity in the average age of Indian citizen and the average age of Indian politician. As per the 2011 Indian Census, the average Indian is 25 years old whereas his average legislative representative is a good 40 years older, at 65.
India needs so-called 'YUVA' as politician. Since youths form a major segment of Indian population they are the one which could better understand the problems of their countrymen and this would help to eradicate one of the most common problem underlying unopposed i.e. Dynasty or familyism. Which would eventually also eradicate other root problems such as corruption.
Thus we need younger politicians more than ever and so we the countrymen would have to figure out some ways to attract more young people in politics. Politics has never been seen as employment opportunity by youth. If somehow we are able to mould there mindset and they are able to visualise politics as dream instead of a nightmare it would be WIN-WIN situation for both youth and countries politics.
This is the one thing which almost every person in current politics would try to sabotage so as to sustain their hegemony. And so until countrymen don't realise this problem and stand united it is going to be impossible to abolish this nightmare of youth.
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| The Uplifters If I could give you diamonds,for each tears you cried for me. If I could five your sapphires, for each truth you've helped me see. If I could give you rubies, for the heartache you've known. If I could give you pearls, for that wisdom you've shown. Then you'll have a treasure mother, that would mount up to skies, that would almost match, the sparkle in your kind & loving eyes. But I have no pearls, no diamonds, As I'm sure you're aware. So I'll give you gifts more precious, My devotion & care.... |
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| Medical News Today |
In this world of lies, every person is born with a mask that is often regarded as their Persona.
The fluctuation in one's personality is what it is characterized by and every person is expected to behave in certain ways and is given a set of rules right from the second they are born.
One thing that goes unnoticed is the actual IMAGE of an individual that makes the "Me" of the person.
The only thing that evokes my being is the fact that the lifestyle of people nowadays seems to bend down the standards of living for their personal motives are being fulfilled.
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| Real Identity |
The hustle and bustle of the busy-days consume a whole lot of mental mind and also seems to affect the person by deteriorating their cognitive processes.
The essence of orignality has somewhere lost in the busy days of our lives regardless of any stage a person stands to.
From running after marks in our childhood to bumping into well developed companies for a secure livelihood, unknowing of the fact that we are gradually transforming into slaves, we stand still and are stranded on the path of superficiality.
Have we set abode to a place that just belongs to us? One of the most important aspects of life is about who we actually are rather than the identities that we are slaves of.
There are many few out of the uncountables who justify their names in all true senses and have formed their identity through their name.
The everyday chores of life have structured our lives to a confined boundary guided by the societal norms.
The normative approach that is mostly used by everyone tends to be disfunctional in the arena where the real self needs to be dug out.
All of us are in the race of working for ourselves but not on working on ourselves and that in turn has led to a life where one's mind is occupied by all the possible stressors and in turn led to suppression of who we actually are.
Are we actually living the lives that is governed by all the luxuries instead of living a life where we reach to a stage of self fulfilment?
Are we in a state to describe ourselves as peaceful?
Are we really satisfied with ourselves?
To all the questions up above, there is only one answer to them, NO!
All our sufferings arise because of the short term pleasures that we seek to achieve instead of living for ourselves, we live so that we can have all the materialistic things that we call as luxury.
Have we really explored ourselves and walked beyond the boundaries that we have set for ourselves?
The only thing that we must do at the moment is to live to the fullest and understand who we really are coz we belong to ourselves and no one can own us or run their authority onto us for we breath for ourselves.
Search for the real YOU for we have got one life to live!
Always be the real you!
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| The Uplifters |
Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Love your neighbor as much as yourself.
Unselfishly, you left your fathers and your mothers,
Leaving your beloved children and wives,
On foreign soil, you found yourself planted
Without your sacrifice, their cause would be lost
Many horrors you had endured and seen.
You cheered as your enemies littered the ground;
When it was over, you all came back home,
Some found themselves in the company of friends
Those who survived were forever scarred
Those who did not now sleep eternally
With a hand upon my heart, I feel The pride and respect; my reverence is revealed
In the tears that now stream down my upturned face
Freedom was the gift that you unselfishly gave
Every day, I give my utmost admiration
Leaving your beloved children and wives,
On foreign soil, you found yourself planted
Without your sacrifice, their cause would be lost
Many horrors you had endured and seen.
You cheered as your enemies littered the ground;
When it was over, you all came back home,
Some found themselves in the company of friends
Those who survived were forever scarred
Those who did not now sleep eternally
With a hand upon my heart, I feel The pride and respect; my reverence is revealed
In the tears that now stream down my upturned face
Freedom was the gift that you unselfishly gave
Every day, I give my utmost admiration
You left behind your sisters and your brothers.
You put on hold, your dreams-your lives.
To fight for those whose freedom you granted.
But you carried onward, no matter the cost.
Many faces had haunted your dreams.
You cried as your brothers fell all around.
Some were left with memories to face all alone;
As their crosses cast shadows across the land.
Emotionally, physically, permanently marred.
'Neath the ground they had given their lives to keep free.
As our flag waves above you, in her glory and grace.
Pain and death was the price that you ultimately paid.
To those who had fought to defend our nation.
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