Phoenix

Puffin’ the hand-rolled cigarettes,
Sippin’ on quality scotch,
The smoke filled room and the rainbows in her soul,
3:15 on her broken watch,
She was not the same girl,
The one who fled home,
When she was ordinary and eighteen,
She was not afraid to fall anymore,
There wasn’t much left to be seen,
She was fire and chaos intertwined in harmony,
So she flipped through the pages of a magazine,
The place to which she belonged in all her entirety,
In those pages, she was alive,
Clothed in magic, flaws and time,
While she had survived the war many times over,
The world is now reduced to the wraith of her madness,
Where she had her place in the sun,
The stars got tangled in her hair,
And the moonlight sparkled in her eyes,
The curve of her lips so much like a galaxy’s edge,
She was a broken beautiful universe all in her bruised self.

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Embrace your brokenness for that is what makes you an epitome of beauty and a phenomenon of magic – be fearlessly and unapologetically you.

 


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Now or Never!

The time marked her flaws,
The scars marked her strengths,
She had crawled all the way up,
The walls nobody could climb,
They were painted the darkest shades of cold gray,
And while she had tried to run away from her demons,
She fell prey to the light from deep within her soul,
It was a slow motion embrace,
Watching the dark of the cold night fade into the bright crimson morning,
It felt like eternity embracing infinity,
It required no beginning nor ending,
This was her moment to escape from the thought of tomorrow,
Slow dancing with the present and her dreams followed,
This was her reminder to never stop climbing,
She was stronger than ever, it was now or never.

Perfection Is Imperfection!

Who in the world doesn’t desire perfection? Who in the world could see through perfection? Who in the name of GOD could ever claim anything perfect without knowing the criteria for perfection? The sole question that pops in an individual’s head after reading these questions is “WHAT IS PERFECTION?” What if I say, I have changed the definition of perfection? The dictionary meaning of PERFECTION is “the condition, state, or quality of being free from all flaws or defects” and I term these so called irrevocable, irremediable and irreversible flaws the valid state of perfection.

Life is a short journey, this world is a transitory abode and we serve as an engine to this world contributing in running the mechanism of this vast universe. Everyday, hundreds are embraced by their departure and hundreds are welcomed warmly by the brutal reality of the vivid deceiving colors of this dual universe. This arrival and departure is a tradition – a custom from ages. Everyone has to abandon this ephemeral period, one day or the other. Since we know how one day our soul will descend back to the eternal abode to salvage liberty and freedom (which it is lusting since it was incarcerated in human body), then we ought to be aware of the art of mastering the skills to direct the soul prevailing in the human skeleton according to our very own free-will. The proficiency with which one copes with hypnotizing his soul is, in reality, the Meta-state of PERFECTION.

Hence the equations that have been derived are:

Perfection = Irreversible flaws entertaining experience

Perfection = The capability of directing the captivated soul according to your own free will

Therefore the two equations thus combined, gives the result:

Irreversible flaws entertaining experience = The capability of directing the captivated soul according to your own free will

Hence the derived equation is the desired result for attaining PEREFCTION in this abode. Flaws and errors help you flourish, specifically when they are irreversible, they leave burning scars which are comprehended as the scars of regret by the imprudent masses but usually it is not the fire of regret that is tearing your soul apart but it is the piquant flavor of experience that causes sores on your character so as the matter of fact that you can heal and accumulate wealth of never ending experience within the time it takes for your recovery. Likewise, the concept of scheming the imprisoned soul and directing it on the path of your free-will is one of the victories that is difficult for even saintly people to attain in due time, especially when it is related to this conspiring world. This hypothetically signifies how one does not have to serve the desires taking birth one after the other at the pace of light like a nuclear chain reaction but instead be contented in what he possesses. Therefore if he is pleased enough to rule the verdict of his desires rather than serving them, then he has already attained perfection; the day gluttony and lust is soaked out of the human soul, it becomes a new-born baby possessing the virtues that makes it no less than any perfect embodiment.