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Naani
means “an expression of one and all”
Indian form introduced by one of the renowned Telugu poets, Dr. N.Gopi
consists of 4 lines with a total of 20 to 25 syllables
not limited to a particular subject
unrhymed
I don’t talk much
It has become my nature
People think of me to be secretive
The truth is I am sensitive
The world has treated me this way
Silence is the only option keeping me at bay
If this is wrong then I have nothing to say
Its your call to be sad or be gay
I don’t talk much
Keeping everybody intrigued
Why do they think I am mystique?
I am an open treasure
Happy inside with pleasure
I don’t talk much
I know.
People who understand me
Only they can see
The world wants my silence
But it does not want me silent
Dubious they are, not me
This is what they should think and plea.
@ Kritika
Remember “The Little Book of Hygge” that I heavily reviewed last year? I learned all kinds of new ways of creating warm spaces in my life for me and my children. Back in October, Meik Wiking, CEO of the Happiness Research Institute in Copenhagen, the capital of Denmark, wrote a new book that focuses on creating new and lasting memories.
Throughout his book, “The Art of Making Memories: How to Create and Remember Happy Moments,” he shares Happy Memory Tips, ideas for creating new, happy memories. I thoroughly enjoyed his book and want to share some of my favorite tips here with you:
1. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.
This one is self-explanatory, but it does require both some planning and some buy in. If you want others to join you, give them time to plan and get consensus in working out the details.
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“I’ve withstood hell before.
I could certainly survive you.”
Don’t you see? Surrender was never an option for me. No matter how hopeless, I kept fighting. I found another way to push on. To come out the other side without sacrificing pieces of my soul. Maybe that was why I stood out to you. Maybe my strength of character was something you wanted to corrupt. But I surprised you, didn’t I? I’ve withstood hell before. I could certainly survive you.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
I can and I will,
if it’s necessary.
Today’s Word of the Day is Guidance.
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sharing memories ~ as we walk the galleries ~ that capture our souls —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
This Year for Christmas Lyrics – Song by Phil Wickham
Some people want diamond rings
Some people want snow
Some people want everything
Tied in strings and bows
I can’t think of a single thing
For my list this year
Cause all that I’ll ever need
I have right here
I got all I want this year for Christmas
Don’t need no presents underneath the tree
‘Cause all I want this year for Christmas
Is waking up with you right here next to me
You took me by the hand
Brought me in from the cold
You give me the kind of love
Oh, that feels like home
Every season together
I’ll be there by your side
Through all of the highs and the lows
It’s a wonderful life
I got all I want this year for Christmas
Don’t need no presents underneath the tree
‘Cause all I want this…
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*****
Unclad are lovely maidens carved in stone
When posed as statuary on the lawn
Grouped gracefully, or standing each alone
Their charms exposed for all to gaze upon
The Muses’ robes seem naught but flowing veils
At times the Graces even these forsake!
Old ships’ uncovered maidens braved the gales
And saw their crewmen safe at dawn’s sweet break
Too, naked women grace the works of art
Of all the cultures close to Mother Earth —
The message that these breasts have to impart
Is one of beauty, one of human worth
And yet the modern woman is undone
Who goes but one time naked in the sun
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