ROSE & THORNS 🌹

A rose without thorns is no rose at all. A self-love without the recognition of self-loathing thoughts is no love at all!

SILHOUETTES👻 Dark Fantasy Poetry

Silhouettes of appearances
Often eclipse
the firelight of the soul
As if amidst a trillion
hypnotic temptations
We're walking alone
Sensitive trampoline hearts
& stained glass dolls
In a show
that causes us
to slowly forget
what it feels
to stand in the vast
sunny meadow of our soul

MIRRORS🔍

All the pleasant things we experience in life,

are provided to us by the same source

as all the unpleasant things we experience...

By shifting this source

to any particular individual,

will always cause us suffering.

Whenever we hate anyone,

we hate not them, but only ourself.

Individuals are mediums

not the doer.

Individuals are appearances,

mirrors and fleeting shadows,

reflecting to us, parts of us,

but the source of light

behind all these shadows,

is only and only within our heart.

So, no matter how great the pain or anger,

the answer to it shall be discovered,

by going within.

~ Neha's Notebook

SHINE⭐

The most selfish thing you can do, 

is to abandon yourself. 

If you aren’t available to your own inner self, 

and instead looking to other people to be available to you. 

It is like, that everyone has their own torch. 

But you throw away your own torch and chase other people to share the light of their torches with you, 

 perhaps because you feel afraid of the light that emanates from your torch. 

Thereupon, it is always, always a wise thing to look within your heart, 

to not be scared of your inner darkness 

and to discover the source of all strength. 

It is only by loving and accepting your own darkness 

is that you’ll be able to love and accept others too. 

Without loving yourself, it is not only difficult, 

but it is impossible to love anyone else. 

Because there is no one else who exists except for you, for yourself.

Be brave. 

Be wild. 

Look within your heart. 

Shine your light!

POETRY🌅

Poetry calls me to

take a journey,

Each poem

wants to take me

somewhere

but in the end

I find myself

reaching at the same place

for, each poem

stems from this place

of my heart

which people call by the name of love

and I like to call by the name of pain.

Sweet pain. Poetry.

EMOTIONS🎨

In the outer world, if a crocodile eats a goldfish, or if a tiger eats a deer, or if a leaf separates from the tree, or if a living organism dies,

it is sad.

But it is what is.

Life is full of heartbreaking appearances.

In the inner world too,

we all carry emotional energies which sometimes take the form of raging dinosaurs and sometimes like a sweet positive goldfish.

In the outer world,

we can’t control anyone’s destiny, their birth or death,

But here, in our inner world,

we do have an opportunity

to redirect these emotional energies

for knowing & understanding the nature of our mind.

By understanding the nature of our mind,

we shall be able to make efficient use of it

rather than being unconsciously driven by it!

SELF ACCEPTANCE 💠

Whenever you feel unaccepted, unlovable or unimportant by someone, anyone, for being who you are, as it is, then it is futile to either try to make them accept you or even to keep dwelling in anger at them for not being able to accept you. The best thing you can do herein, is to first accept yourself exactly the way you are right now and secondly, to forgive the one who couldn't accept you, probably because they didn't have the ability to accept that particular attribute in themselves too. They became a medium offering you suffering at first, however, once you learn the lesson, they can be viewed as a medium offering you the freedom from your own mind too!

Thank the universe and let them go!

Neha's Notebook

FEARS👁️

Fears are the voices inside our head
which guide us about the

various possibilities we might

experience destruction, pain,

or loss in our upcoming life moments.

However, even the biggest of all fears

is but only a voice, and we are always

unattached to it. Anything can happen

to our body, and anything can happen

to our mind, but we are always unattached

and untouched to any kind of destruction.

But we must inquire this thing

with each and all of our fears,

with patience, dedication & focus.

VERSE🎨

It's okay

if you are the better

and I am the worse,

if you are the best

and I am your reverse,

if you are a beautiful blessing

and I am a dirty curse,

You and I,

both are unique verses,

and a verse after all,

is neither better or worse.

A verse,

no matter what kind,

is just a verse.

And I,

am just a unique verse!

HUMAN👻

Sharing a snippet from an old article.

Each one of the 

human beings
is one part saint

and one part devil

Read full article at https://itsnehasnotebook.blogspot.com/2021/03/the-adventure-of-life-and-7.html

BITTERSWEET BALLADS 🎵

Swimming

in currents of time,

Singing

bittersweet ballads...

INSPIRATION 💙

Inspiration is a natural process that results as a consequence of heart’s desire, mind’s interest & aware repetitive practice.

 

Like letters wrapped in glass bottles & sent to a desert far away via paperboats, lanterns or floating leaves, like you start receiving responses to all these letters. These might be called as points of inspiration.

 

To look at it this way, inspiration is both random and not random a phenomenon at the same time.

KEEP WRITING ✍️

a poem that we write

is simply a great moment

going through us

& once it has passed

it is no longer the same

the word

that was written

before this word

is not same

as the word

being written

right now

so just write

& let go

and keep writing...

INNER TREASURES🕯️

FROM SCARS TO STARS 🌌 Short Poem 🌌 NN

Happiness🦋 Short Poem 🦋NN

Monuments, laughters,
colors & tides
There are great things
in the world outside
But nothing can ever fulfill
the agonies of our heart
except for the love & acceptance
that stems from inside.

Redamancy 💌 Short Poem 💌 NN

Redamancy

Where sky pinks into dusk

Where it settles into moon's silvery husk

Where there is blush of a crimson bride

Where the flutist tunes are like pearls on a ride

I'll meet you there where sun meets the sea

Where all is eros,

all is redamancy

Busy-ness • Short Poem • NN

BUSY-NESS Busy-ness is the busiest of all the businesses of the world!

When the mind becomes wordless | Short Poem

Its only when the mind becomes wordless is that the true words start flowing through the pen!

Short Poem & Reminder | Polarities

 

Summer doesn't exist 

without winter

Stars don't exist

without the dark

Day doesn't exist

without the night

Sensitive trees

don't exist

without solid barks!