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Thoughts about Reflections…

Reflections are about looking back on your life,on your past,with the aim of understanding and bringing to light what you’ve learned from your experiences and with improved and increased mental power that you have now(well earned), interpreting it and drawing inferences in an objective, non judgemental,wise,self loving and self kind way.

Though they have their roots in the past,they are present and future oriented. Their purpose is to help us live better,happily,and move forward.As opposed to dwelling and wallowing over our pasts which keeps us stuck as they are pain and regret oriented, Reflections are meant to be used as fuel and are freedom and growth oriented.

Reflections are all about living more intelligently and awarely in the present and serve as well wrested positive guidance for moving forward in a happier,calmer and better way.They are meant to facilitate mindfulness and soulful living.

It’s really about juicing out your past and filtering it to remove nonsense and to keep the Awesome stuff to use in your life.That’s how you use imagery 😂lol

Love 💖

Rohan 

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Don’t Judge those days

Don’t judge those days,when after a string of high vibe ones,a speedbreaker appears.

Don’t judge those days,when for some unknown reason you feel like crying over your past hurts.

Don’t judge those days,when you’re under the illusion that it isn’t working for you.

Don’t judge those days,when you feel like lying on the bed all day.

Don’t judge those days,when you’re heart and mind seem to be working against each other.

Don’t judge those days when you feel like you’re moving slow.

Don’t judge those days when you have to try too hard to pull yourself together.

Don’t judge those days when you feel like you haven’t done enough.

Don’t judge those days when you do judge those days.

Be Self Kind, forget those days and just Let it Go ! 

Rohan

The Midnight Ecstasy

Prologue: It’s been a few years since I’ve become a night person. As a child , I remember waking up each morning at 5.30 am in order to catch the school bus , so therefore for the first 15-16 years of my life, I couldn’t experience this guilty pleasure. During the final year at school , this habit started developing, it was particularly because of the reason that we had the ‘make or break’ exams that year and I found it much more convenient to study during the night hours for reasons like no unwanted noise of the daytime and my potent nocturnal tendencies. This continued onto college when I went through seriously messy and scary stuff which forcefully kept me awake at nights (I might discuss that in a later post). Over these four years , it has become a habit , with which I’ve developed a love-hate relationship. There have been nights when I’ve just been up for the heck of it and regretted it . There have been nights when I was actually thankful for the fact that I stayed up this late because for some unknown reason it felt as the right thing , or because I did some self exploration and writing; a lot of my writing has took place in that solitude and silence , when the only ones I was connected with were me and my heart. So, thinking about all this , one night I decided to write about this nocturnal experience of mine , what it’s like , just to gain some clarity about what I really feel about this and get it on paper. I now present it to you, in the form of a poem which I’ve titled, The Midnight Ecstasy.

              The Midnight Ecstasy
The silence of the night is intoxicating
It's deep, it's quiet, it's reverberating;
The crescent solitude is sweetly addictive
Just make sure it's not self destructive;(just..that it's self constructive)
A thousand thoughts in the eye of storm
It'll never be known where they come;
A time when you hear an assortment of sounds
From a train's whistle to the bark of a hound;
You want it to be perennial, you want it to go on
Coz it's easier to be awake till the dawn;
The wind blows and startles the trees
As you tell yourself, a few more moments please;
An insomniac, an owl, you've heard it all
But you're attracted to the rhapsody, like crushing leaves in fall;
Then the moonshine, moonlight plant a kiss
As you fall into the deep slumber of bliss...

                                                            Rohan