The last month of the year,

Enjoy it with full of joy,

Do not reflect of your past,

Do intention for make bright future,

Let’s go for enjoy the moment together.

God is peace
God is bliss
Do kirtan daily in timely

God is light
God is right
Pray morning and evening Daily

God is knowledge
God is courage
Realise him freely

God is love
God is truth
He act as power fully

He dewells in our heart
Worship him Daily….

God created all
In whole world
So do “pranam ” properly
End

Astrologer –
Sj. Jagannath Das
Bhadrak

I harbor certain ideas that I wouldn’t dare to express.

There are some words that I just cannot write because doing so makes them too real.

They are now stored inside of me.

Include Nearly and Potentially

Emotions and thoughts are in flux.

They are the parts of myself that I will never be able to forgive.

They would destroy my entire universe if I spoke them.

They wouldn’t give me the same look they used to.

If they were even able to get themselves to look at me.

I had lost my bearings.

All of my efforts would be for nothing.

Ironically, nothing but dirt was left behind.

If they don’t come out, they are only almost.

I hope you’re having a good time.

I hope you enjoy your new appearance.

I hope it’s working for you.

I’m sure your ego has always been your true best buddy.

I hope you’ve surrounded yourself with individuals that support you and can fake chuckle.

When it gets silent, I pray you don’t realize how alone you are.

I hope you don’t recall anything that happened.

Happened, but people speak about it Enough for me to know you do.

 

And that everything you’ve done to persuade yourself that you don’t.

You believed you could start afresh,

Mistakes, on the other hand, have a way of clinging to you like dampness in the air.

Do you have problems breathing lately?

I would like to say,

If the chance arises.

I’d repeat the process.

Not worth the effort.

It wasn’t worth it for you.

If I could turn the clock back

And you are Eternal Sunshine in my mind,

Without a doubt, I would carry it out.

It’s harder to erase you than you might imagine.

It would be a lie, though.

Your presence is felt everywhere.

Every technology device and social media network I own,

I would use only my hands to scour my brain clean.

will demonstrate our recollections to me.

Every time I believe I have removed every image,

I discover one I missed.

If only I could slither inside my skull.

The yellow glow is you. to my quickening mind.

You may read them when they calm down.

Similar to fridge magnets,

Arranging bright letters in a manner reminiscent of childhood’s simplicity and ease.

Using cautious hands,

You say “hope” To some,

My ideas were written in hieroglyphics.

Not worth the effort to understand.

I’ve been moving at full speed for a very long time.

And the path I’m on is exhausting.

When night falls, there are no streetlights.

I pose a threat to society.

I terrify the people walking by.

They are aware of events.

If they approach too closely

You cause me to lag enough to once more appreciate the surroundings.

Yes, who knew?

The sun will always shine, and the grass was green on all sides.

He compliments my posture and inquires as to how I achieved it.

Was it something my parents pounded into me?

I took writing courses, right?

How about study?

I am aware that he believes this to be a simple inquiry.

With an easy resolution.

He is not ready for the reality.

He is unwilling to learn

That I experienced early puberty and used to slump in my seat to conceal it my rapid growth.

He doesn’t want to know that I used to try to make myself as invisible to someone

Who could always locate me as possible by collapsing my frame as much as possible.

He is unwilling to hear.

Describing the steps I took to train my shoulders to expand up and sit at their actual breadth.

He doesn’t want to be told that developing a spine is uncomfortable.

The mother

And I aim for the concealed space

I have come this far.

Over one table

A mirror appears in my mother.

She says, “Aim here with a pool stick.”

I haven’t come that far in my life yet.

When the cue ball drops,

You are expected to know where all of the best players are.

Top players are aware of this,

You ought to be conscious of the cue ball’s landing place.

She claims, “Here, aim.

I haven’t gotten to that point in my life yet.”

My mother takes a pool stick and transforms into a mirror.

Over one table

Now that I’ve come this far,

I try to aim for the invisible spot.

The mother.