Self love

चित्र : कावेरी  गोपालकृष्णन द्वारा बनाया, स्ट्टोरी वेेेेबर से लिया गया।  सुबह के 3 बज रहे है और कुछ देर पहले एक वीडियो देखा जिसमें 2 कोविड के मरीजों को सड़क पर मरने के लिए छोड़ दिया गया। पुलिस खड़ी है पर सिर्फ तमाशा देख रही है और वीडियो पे यह ना लिखा हो की बिहार की है तो बिहार और किसी ओर राज्य में फर्क करना मुश्किल हो जाएगा। सिर्फ शहरो के नाम बदल रहे है पर हालात वहीं है हर जगह के।   वैसे भी आज कोविद के मरीजों की हालत देख के तिलमिला जाते है पर ये तो हरोज़ होता था पहले और अब भी हो रहा है , अब से 4 महीने पहले भी ऐसे ही लोग गरीबी, बीमारी, भुखमरी से मर रहे थे। तब फर्क नहीं पढ़ा तो अब क्यों? क्यूंकि अब खुदपे बात आ गई? वैसे इन सब के ज़िम्मेदार आप सब खुद है और सबसे पहले तो वो गरीब खुद है जो पैसे या एक शराब की बॉटल के लिए अपना वोट बेच आ जाता है। उसे कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता कि कौन सरकार में आता है और कौन नहीं। जब आपको लगता है कि कोई वोट देने लायक नहीं तो नोटा को ही दबा आया कीजिए , इससे आपका वोट खराब नहीं हो रहा बल्कि आप बता रहे है सरकार को कि आपको यह उम्मीदवार पस...

A soul is trapped in an open cage Waiting to be set free, Body gets whatever it needs But peace is what it seeks, How lazy it may seems But motivation is what it seeks, Living life without the meaning But Identity is what it seeks, Sad it may sound Happiness is what it seeks, Idle it may look Privacy is what it seeks, How Slow it may go Time is what it seeks, Lonely it may get Love is what it seeks, How easy the journey it may seems Winning a struggle is what it seeks, How hard it may get and Fight is expected everyday But rest it what it seeks, How angry it may sound Understanding is what it seeks, How heavy the soul is Freedom is what it seeks, Tied to the chain of thoughts Truth is what it seeks, How rebellious it may seem But freedom is what  I seeks.       Painting: free soul By: Arpita das gupta,        kolkata. Website : mozarto.com DeePika❤️🌼 Follow me on Instagram: deepikaselflove

Today, in morning while having  glass of water and listening to my playlist to calm my anxiety at that same spot in balcony😉 one of Shiva song got played and it brought instant smile on my face. It reminded  me of the time when i saw him first in my nani house resting in a corner with eyes closed and red dim light was falling over him with the nice agarbati fragrance in the room. I was amazed, curious, and wanted to know more about him. For me it was a beautiful statue smiling at me. Then i asked my mom what is this?? What  does nanaji  do every morning in front of him?? she explained  me patiently that "He is  God Shiva. We thank him like this for all the good things and ask him to keep it that way" then i asked her curiously  "Can we please take him home with us?? i like it" mom said " No, it belongs to nanaji , i will bring you the another one" and then to end my curiosity i learned about him from my parents, in my school, in t.v serial and obseeve...

Right now, its drizzling here & honestly speaking i love this light tiny drops falling over my body  more then heavy rainfall. While sitting on my chair at my favourite spot in balcony i am observing few things around me  like it's 7 :40 in evening and obviously its not quite here. So few children are playing cricket on their terrace, in one house right next to me  two ladies are gossiping and keeping a close watch on people passing by  while hanging on their balcony railing, birds are chirping, calling their love ones to get back home and wind is blowing in each direction and making this green plants placed next to me  move back and forth with full of enjoyment and happiness. Same goes with two trees that i can see  in front  of me dancing slowly left to right and in between hugging each other and when this drizzling stops it make the sky and  colours of nature bright and clear to see. Observing all this makes me reali...