Humble Epiphany

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I’d become my worst enemy
And you left me astray
All I had was me for me
To hold my soul
To hear me say
Bi arms that turned
In to embrace
To hold me while I cry
I sobbed away
Tears washing my eyes
To a new day of life
I’d this new credence
I had fallen in love
With me myself
That’s where I found my way
Into light and no turning back
I’d learnt it the hard way
I’ll have my back always
Fear, You needn’t stay.
~Shambhavi

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If you need help.

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Issued in Public Interest.

Suicide is the worst punishment one can give oneself, Life is the most beautiful gift given to us by God, and if it’s not a nice one, it’s mostly because of our own karma.

As, “What goes around comes around.”

It’s sad but people hardly accept the truth and rather fall into the deep pit of no return. Perhaps they are not pulled out of and may be at times they don’t want to be pulled out. The worst among all is, when they are literally pushed into the depths of loneliness.

“We must try and help every lurking shadow before they’re completely consumed by the darkness. “

~Shambhavi

P.S: I’ve written this post in order to raise awareness among people. A lot has been going on around the world and in my opinion if my post can make a very minute difference in someone’s life then I’ll be more than happy. If you need help and want someone to he a your story and guide you, I’ll definitely be all ears. We all have grey patches in our lives which we aren’t proud of, but those grey patches are required to make us what we are today. Don’t hate yourself or indulge into self pitying or pessimism. Don’t feel guilty. If you know you’ve done something wrong, apologize for the same. The main thing is to Forgive oneself and others for the same. Please don’t go hard on yourself. It’s not going to benefit you. God has gifted us with this beautiful life and we are the luckiest to have been born as a human being and not a mosquito. Try to indulge yourself in good Karma so that once you leave this Earth you’re in for the goodies and not another life in hell. I hope I was of some help.

Signing off for Now,

Sending love and light,

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻Shambhavi🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

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#4 From My Diary: Dont let it die(30.04.2018)

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The fire within
Let it burn
Feel the heat
Don’t you cry
it’s your life
Live. Love. Strive. Repeat
– Shambhavi

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#3 FROM MY DIARY: EMOTIONS UNDER THAT VEIL
#2 FROM MY DIARY: 08.02.18
#1 FROM MY DIARY: 06.08.17

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I DON’T POST OFTEN, BUT I WILL TRY MY BEST TO POST AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT BEING CONSISTENT. I LOVE READING POSTS OUT HERE AND I HOPE TO DO SO. LOVE YOU GUYS. YOU ALL ARE DOING A GREAT JOB. KUDOS TO EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU.
LOVE,
SHAMBHAVI💖

Humanity is dying

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Published in Public Interest.

I’m saddened by reading the newspaper today or I should say everyday; which has nothing but dreadful news waiting to crawl down your spine at every corner.

The newspaper has nothing good to report thanks to the dying humanity! It’s so sad and disgusting to come across news that revolves around rapes and killings. Kaliyug has just gotten worse.

Please find a mode of relaxation as per your convenience rather than shamefully displaying your anger and hatred by killing and raping. If you have a problem with the world and the fellow human beings, try to find your inner peace and spare the world.

I’m appalled at the worsening scenario that has left the sky grey & clouded for a very long time.
Shambhavi

P.S: IF YOU KNOW SOMEBODY WHO IS HAVING HARD TIME CONTROLLING ANGER OR GETS INTO FIGHT READILY, TAKE IT AS AN EARLY ALARM OF THE IMPENDING DANGER AND SCREAM FOR RESCUE. ASK THEM TO JOIN SOME FORM OF MEDITATION AND HELP THEM TO GET HELP BEFORE THE VERY HUMAN BECOMES A MONSTER AND ANY XYZ A VICTIM.

A writer’s plea: It’s what that lies within

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Need no sympathy

or pity;

It’s all about a ear

to our story,

Music to our beats,

Heart that bleeds

For the words that fall

Off our fingers onto

pitch black!

Stark white churning

memories within;

And if not this

Then just a simple thought

that springs within,

Small bubbles of joy

that burst

Leaving a smile on your face,

And at times like these you

end up saying Grace.

When the shadows are seen

and emotions are felt

And hearts melt.

That’s when a writer

has succeeded.

And as I said,

We need no followers

or sympathy

All we need is a ear

to our story

And a heart that melts and

a mind that wanders.

~Shambhavi Bhardwaj

Winters

Sending shivers,
Down my body.
A gust of hard cold wind-
Piercing my skin.
Like a knife cutting through fragile,
Fountain of red gushing by.
A winter of grey
surfing by,
The whiteness of the snow-
Topped peaks of mountains,
Over the roads turned rink,
Skating by the trees that turned to skeleton.
That is what Winter WAS for me,
But no more!
 》》》》Shambhavi Bhardwaj《《《《

Unrequited Love: What it’s like to be You

14519733_1165074796890027_9175346864870508178_n.pngI wonder what went by
In your mind, where I’m hiding shy.
I said goodbye and you were alright
No fight, no fear
I cried and you shed no tear.

You live and you lived,
With dreams of a girl
A girl I loathed, I queered.
I’ve tried, I’ve cried, and
Alas, I gave up that night.
I gave you one but many
Opportunities to hold my hand
All I seeked was love, your love;
Devoid of force or demand.

Who knew it would be so tough
To live and reel a quick sand deal
I got far ahead
Ahead of you!
Left behind was love that grew,
In my heart alone-
Alone all for myself.
You came around and fooled around
My heart that waited
For your inflicted wounds
to gape open.
To bleed like a raging river
of shining water
Red like skies awaiting thunder
Clouds that condense to cry
Like face that blushes before
A loud cry.

I waited and awaited
A call or an apology
All I received were empty words
On a day single like a solitary
cloud on a day of summer.
It has been years since then,
You went your way &
I turned to return but,
My feet got numb.
~Shambhavi