Sunday, July 24, 2022

Her brush and my words 5.

Most of the querents come with complains all the time. They actually think that "life is too hard. Often I tell them that, I can't believe how easy we have it. But everyone should have my problems."
I have problems but I'm greatful for them. I'm not trying to sound like I'm better than all others, but I do feel that my attitude is more useful and, frankly, correct. Each problem I have is an opportunity to grow. Every issue I notice about myself.... whether it's my tendency to be hard on people (and myself). or my tendency toward paranoia... Is, I believe, a way that I can become a better person. 
Growth is possible only when you notice areas that need tending. I have a diary on my bed that says, "The courage to grow is noticed by the universe." In other words, by noticing a problem that you have and choosing to grow through it.... To learn and become better... God will pay attention and good will come from directing your energy to the dark spots in your life.!!     Rekha J. Singh


her brush and my pen,
her colours and my words
her painting and my poetry
A lovely combined expression of Rekha and Renu
 exhibiting this series of her 10 paintings and my 10 poems joint effort of ours here as a tribute to my dear friend Rekha 


'The barren land'


The barren land as she became

With the fire shots from the crowd

Darts from all the directions came

No shield could help her proud.

One after the other,

 Jolted, the breach of peace

Many pierced the heart drier.

The rigid rocky adamancy

Crackled and cracked

Fragmented into pieces

The lava beneath the cracks

Steamed up through them

Out came the light with it

Came up! up! up!

In the light, felt light

Rose up in the lighter moment

In the nothingness of the barren land

Turned into an innocent angel that can

Holding tight within, the own candle

Rose up! Up! Up!

Above the ground

Where nothing surrounds

Began to dance in the wild wind

Above the land dry,

Across the beautiful sky.

By Renu Vashistha


 

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