Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Work in progress.

P.S. Notes from my desk #9

My ego n I are mostly best friends. We go hand in hand. Through thick and thin.
Sometimes it gets the better of me. Over powering. I succumb. It wins.
I’m not myself then. Blinded. Deaf. No voice left. I feel darkness within.
In a desperate attempt to grow. I struggle. I fight. Until I let my ego go.
Vulnerable at first; now I walk free though. My soul the spotlight - of this show.
I like it here. Life is simple - Clear. No internal conflict - anymore.
Self-respect came along the way. Keeps me grounded, lest I go astray.
Through black and white. And life’s grey. It’s a new lesson every day.
Today t’was ego that I undressed. Tomorrow another challenge I’ll address.
You see - I’m just a work in progress.


Monday, March 28, 2016

The Success Story.

P.S. Notes from my desk #8


Have you failed at it? I have.
Not once, twice or thrice.
365 times over 365 days and still counting.
 
Do you still want it? I do.
Then keep up that fight.
Hang in there. You can. Hold on. Tight.
 
Will you get it? H i S will.
Keep the action and intention.
Surrender the outcome. With God’s will.
You will.
 
 

 
 
 

 

Thursday, March 24, 2016

That one mistake.

P.S. Notes from my desk #7

 
Stop. Catch the mistake in the bud.
Right there, in the mud.
Before it takes root, spreads dis-ease.
Grows wild, like those wicked weeds.
Kills your peace, your happy seeds.
 
Stop. Before guilt becomes a habit. Bad.
Comes disguised as excuses. Sad.
You get used to it, like an old sore.
Conscience in pain, wounded at its core.
Now all that remains, is that stain.
Upon what was once, a clean floor.
 
Stop. That one mistake.
How many does it take?
Before you awake.
Look within - This is real. That is fake. 
What if; this test of fate.
Cheats you back. Checkmate.
Then I’m afraid - it’ll be too late.
 
It’s a choice you make. That one mistake.
 
 

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

I forgive you.

P.S. Notes from my desk #6

 
I loved you. Regardless of you.
 
Turbulent - my life with you.
 
Too many issues. Surrounded you.
 
It would take a miracle. That much I knew.
 
But you went on. Like the wind. Gone.
 
And I stayed on - loving you.
 
No one knew. Not even you.
 
Stranded. I stood - waited for you.
 
You never came. To forever claim.
 
No name - this flame - that burned for you.
 
It took a while. Some error. Some trial.
 
I moved on – picked up my pile.
 
The higher you flew. The stronger I grew.
 
In our own dimensions - we broke on through.
 
Until today. Out of the blue – there you were.
 
I met you.
 
Hey you, I said. I remember you.
 
You stood silent.  Overwhelmed for a few.
 
Then like a confession. Long overdue.
 
You admitted. You said – I do too.
 
In that moment – we both learned, a lesson true.
 
You did - what you had to.
 
I learned what I needed to.
 
Eventually, it worked out well - For me and you.
 
So Listen. Relax. I thank you.
 
And in case, this flash back, is bothering you.
 
Please forget it. I forgive you.
 
 
~Tasneem Kagalwalla ~

 
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Sunday, March 20, 2016

Is it a break up when broken?

P.S. Notes from my desk #5

 
Is it a break up when broken? 
 
Many words misspoken.
Two hearts inter woven.
Seamless like the ocean.
 
Now lie bruised; open.

 

Can feelings be rewoven?
Of a love so frozen.

Is it hard to reopen?
A heart that’s heartbroken.

 

Come heal the unspoken.
Time’s a good omen.

Let the lesson be a token.
From a hurt now forgotten.

 

A break up when broken.
Just a sign from heaven.
 
 



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Tuesday, March 15, 2016

I’m pretty like that.


P.S. Notes from my desk #4

Some days I’m all dressed up

Black dress. Mascara. Red lipstick. Ultra matte.

 
Other days I’m all messed up

Big shirt. Glasses. Messy hair. N all that.

 
Most days though, I must confess

I only wear a smile. Picture that.

 
Yes. I’m pretty like that.








 

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Monday, March 14, 2016

A friend and her mother.


P.S. Notes from my desk #3


 
My sincere condolences, I said

Broken but brave, she managed a smile

 

She’s in a better place, they sighed.

Hurting but hopeful, she managed a smile

 

May her soul rest in peace, others cried.

Poignant but poised, she managed a smile

 

Physical presence v/s spiritual guide

She managed a smile.

 
 


 

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Sunday, March 13, 2016

Too much of love and friendship.


P.S. Notes from my desk #2


 
Yesterday I spoke to an old friend.
After a long time. For a very long time.
 
From the - remember when’s to the - up until now.
Chatty and loud one minute; quiet and comfortable the next.
 
I hung up feeling full. Satiated. Satisfied.
Like when you’ve eaten too much of your favorite ice cream. Chocolate. Or cake.
 
I woke up feeling happy. Smiling. Special.
Like when you realize everything is good in moderation; but love and friendship.
 
That, you can never have too much of -
You can never have too much of love and friendship.
 





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Saturday, March 12, 2016

Strength - A reminder. A realization.

P.S. Notes from my desk #1


Imagine… Your biggest heartache.


Your deepest wound. An unfulfilled desire.


Do you feel that excruciating pain?!


That blood curdling silent scream.


Those hot tears when no one’s looking.


That’s your strength fighting for you.


Standing you up.


Don’t give up. Or give in.


You are stronger than you think you are.



Friday, March 11, 2016

Pay attention.

An honest confession



Pay attention.

Extend some admiration. Maybe genuine validation.

For attention is often a four letter word.

It is a cry for L-O-V-E


Pay attention.

Not your apprehension. Show some consideration.

For attention is often a four letter word.

It is a cry for L-O-V-E


Pay attention.

Offer your appreciation. Perhaps some compassion.

For attention is often a four letter word.

It is a cry for L-O-V-E





Pay attention.

Underneath the words. After the drama.

For attention is often a four letter word.


It is a cry for L-O-V-E


Pay attention.

Beyond your perception. Until there’s realization.

That attention is often a four letter word.

It is a cry for L-O-V-E


Pay attention.

~Tasneem Kagalwalla~

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

3 reasons why people NOT liking you is also a good thing.

“You can’t make everybody happy. You’re not a jar of Nutella.”

 



I believe I am a pretty congenial person. Largely adventurous, I wouldn’t think twice before jumping off a plane or a building. I’ve done both. My friends can vouch for it. I have unshakable faith in God and all that I stand for and believe in. Family and friends mean the world to me and I try my best to never let either down. I mostly go out of my way to help people. Growing up, I always struggled with the quintessential word – NO. Barely ended by using it and therefore ended up being used often. I tried to please too many people - too many times, in too many ways. Over the years, I have gotten better at it even though professionally I am now fine-tuned to extend empathy, understanding and hope, by default. Which makes drawing the line, a pretty fine one when by instinct extending a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on, comes far more easily to me than minding my own business. I offer my point of view when required but I shy away from arguments. You see, conflict just cannot survive without my participation. Other than that, like most others, I am - work in progress. I still make mistakes, I still find it hard to control my tears when hurt or angry and my occasional outbursts usually mean a cold silence.
You’d think that makes a pretty likeable person. Wouldn’t you not? And I’m pretty sure you’re equally wonderful inside out, if not more. Yet you will have people who don’t see you in that light. People who you did nothing to offend but still feel a ‘disconnect’ with you. People who speculate or fabricate. In short people who don’t like you.
Maybe you relate to the above, maybe you don’t. But the odds are, we all have that small/big desire to be well-liked. Who doesn’t want to feel accepted, respected and appreciated?
 
I’ve since learned it’s actually a good sign if there are some people who don’t accept or agree with you. I’m not suggesting we be rude, inconsiderate or disrespectful. This post isn’t about disregarding people’s feelings. It is about releasing our stress and expectations about other people’s opinions.
 
Here then are 3 reasons why people not liking you is a good thing.
 
It allows you to be true to yourself.
 
The biggest disservice you can do yourself is pretend to be someone else. Own your life, your views and your circumstances. It’s exhausting to always fit in. Having to agree when you’re screaming to disagree from within, is so pointless. No one will get to know who you really are, which will leave you without a real identity of your own.
 
Stop worrying about everyone’s perceptions. Walk your own path. People will form opinions as you speak. Talk anyways. Let your words be kind but fearless.
 
It frees up so much of your time.
 
If you want to be liked by everyone, most likely you’re spreading yourself way too thin trying to keep them all happy. Don’t you think too much time and energy goes into that?! Having to constantly explain yourself to people is draining. It can lead to over analyzing your behavior. And we all know how over thinking can ruin you. It causes you so much angst and worry.
 
Keep your circle positive. The people around you should motivate and inspire you. Your circle should be empowering, well rounded and supportive. Keep it tight. Quality over quantity always. In that way all that precious time and energy can be used wisely to enrich yourself and others further.
 
It can help you be a better person.
 
Pick your most favorite FB or Twitter user and look at their comments section. More often than not they have their fair share of harsh comments. As you grow personally or professionally, the more attention you’ll receive, both positive and negative. A willingness to be disliked helps you deal with it. When criticism is framed constructively, we can improve, learn and grow.
 
There still will always be people who disagree with you or who dislike your ideas and actions. Remember that the road to success invites a lot of critics so the sooner you know what to take on board and what to let go, the better it gets.
 
There is a peace of mind that comes with that kind of acceptance and surrender.
 
So... you and I…. I’d really want us to like each other. It’s not like I don’t care. Honestly. Cross my heart. Life’s too short to stand apart with differences. It’s always better when we’re together. But if for some reason you don’t. I understand. I’m sure you have your whys and wherefores. Your own point of view. I respect it.
You carry on and be the amazing you and I will continue to be the awesome me. Let’s commit to being our best. I’m positive we will reconnect somewhere - sometime down the line.
And that’s pretty darn fine too.
 

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Tuesday, March 1, 2016

On love and all that...

A poem

 

 
Love is many things…
It can be childlike. Etched on walls. Iconic.
It can be unreal. A fantasy in your head. Private.
Love is many things…
It can be loud. In your face. Overwhelming.
It can be quiet. In the shadows. Clandestine.
Love is many things…
It can hit you at first sight. Butterflies inside. Unforgettable.
It can come for just a night. Wrapped in passion. Intense.
Love is many things…
It can be conniving. Manipulating emotions. Crafty.
It can be forgiving. Too many times. Unconditional.
Love is many things…
It can be a mistake. Full of lessons. Empowering.
It can be a memory. Not meant to be. Star-crossed.
Love is many things…
It can be late. Find you when you’re not looking. About time!
It can be forever. The whole nine yards. For real.
Love is many things…
But not a favor.
Expect nothing in return.

 
 

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