#581 With you, without you

 

With you, without you

With you, without you,

Life moves on

It waits for none

You promised to

be my soulmate

With passage of time

Forgot all the promises

Words were fake

So, were the actions

Meant only for palpitations

Those adrenaline rush

Was temporary,

Unlike my feelings

Which I saw flushed

Into the words of lie

Hidden truths beneath

The quilt of lies

Which difficult to decode.

Living together for seven births

Was not even for a decade

Clashed into like ashes.

Was I too innocent

Or were you too sharp

And I sometimes ask

To my heart

Whether to love someone

Or give you another chance

To rectify your deeds

Perhaps, you never

Seemed to care the way

I poured love

From my heart.

May be it was

A Karmic relation

For few moments

To set me free

From the debt of

My previous birth.

SWETA SARANGI
06-05-2025 

#580 QUEST for an answer

 Quest for an answer

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Why Do Good People Always Suffer? A question that comes to my mind frequently.

You must have come across this question many times.

I am no different from you.

 

This question might have popped up randomly or through unfavorable experiences of your own or others in your surroundings.

 

If you’re someone, who has always done things right on your part and tried to give your maximum efforts but hasn’t received favorable results, then you’re bound to be haunted by this question, asking higher powers, “Why me?”

 

Similarly, I kept asking people this question many times, but never received any satisfactory response.

 

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I even put this question on one of my social media profiles, where I’m very active. I didn’t get any satisfactory answers from there either.

 

I was recently discussing this question with my father and his reply is what stopped my search for the answer to this question.

He said, “God tests them more who are close to them, just like a teacher who always likes to give more tasks to his/her favorite students.”

 

I thought about his perspective and my intuition approved it, that’s when my mind brought me memories of my student life when teachers/professors would engage his/her favorite students in different tasks.

Instead of getting stressed by the workload, those students would take it as a privilege to complete that.

When we apply the same concept by treating God as our teacher and we are his favorite students, we won’t get disheartened by the challenges that come our way because we know that we’re his favorites.

So, good people don’t suffer; it is the test of their patience and resilience.

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24.04.2024 

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#579 KNOCKING gently on healing's door

Knocking gently on heeling’s door

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It was one such day today,
My body felt heavier than usual,
Stuck to the bed as if lifeless,
When the alarm rang.

My morning starts at 6am,
That’s when I leave my bed,
To kickstart my day with,
Completing preplanned lessons.

But today was different,
Even though I was wide awake,
When the alarm rang but just
Laid still, staring at the roof.

I was blank and numb,
A flood of tears came rolling down,
No, I wasn’t emotional or
Overwhelmed by any thoughts.

Generally, I’m a happy woman,
Always stay engaged as much as I can,
With many hobbies that have filled up
My soul more than anyone ever can.

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I neither pushed myself to be normal,
Nor tried to investigate the reasons,
All I knew was that I wasn’t emotional
Just waited for that flood to calm down.

I am alone in the moment, inside
A four-walled room, not looking for
Anyone to comfort me in any form,
Writing this poetry as its outcome.

I understand that my soul wants to cleanse,
Getting rid of suppressed emotions,
I just have to be kind and forgiving,
To listen to the unanswered expressions.

Now, that the tears have dried and 
Letting my fingers what they wanted to type,
I am regaining the former me ;
Not at once but slowly and steadily.

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03.12.2024 

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