AN INTROVERT EMPATH🙏

Tag: mentalhealth

  • A DAUGHTER’S STRENGTH : CARRYING FORWARD A FATHER’S LEGACY’S IN MAN’S WORLD❣️

    Hey daddy, I miss you so much

    That there’s no hard feeling as such.

    Somedays my breath feel so trapped

    In a silent grief my heart is wrapped.

    With tears rolling , I pen you down

    There’s so much to feel, yet I won’t drown.

    Because you have raised a little girl so strong

    Stronger than my own will all along.

    You live in me ,in all my days and nights

    Guiding my soul like stars so bright.

    Your 34years of struggle, your endless fight

    In the fresh produce buisness,I hold it tight.

    You’d be proud, I know you would be

    Beacause your dream now stands, where you once stood.

    I know 2024 had been hard

    Hard on us

    The year stood still

    But brought a woman with an iron will.

    Hands once soft, now bearing weight

    In the fields of green I stand and wait.

    Not just as a daughter

    But as a woman who fights

    In the Era of women’s right.

    The world is sharp, sharp as knife

    Yet I choose my will  and carve my life.

    No chains can break, no storms can bend

    With your strength and love,that has no end.

    Your guiding light, my heart defends
    For your name,I shall transcend
    For your name, I shall transcend❣️

                                                                                           ~ MILAN PATHANIA❣️

  • MERCY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANYTHING ELSE❣️

    There was a man named Ramanujadasan in a place called Maraneri. The incident tells of a conversation  he had with certain group of people and his advice to them.

    One day a group of scholars was proceeding along a narrow path . Behind them came a man with a big bundle on his head.

    Usually the rule was that if an old man, or a man carrying a big weight , or a pregnant woman or an ailing person happened to come along , then the other must move aside and give them first right of passage .

    But the scholars were greatly honored, with kings showing them respect . The scholars on the path did not move aside for the man carrying the burden, for they felt that as learned men, they had the right to pass through first.

    Maraneri Ramanujadasan  told them ~

    ” WHILE YOU MAY BE HONOURED PEOPLE, IS TEHRE ANY RULE THAT PROHIBITS YOU FROM BEING MERCIFUL AND KIND TO A MAN CARRYING SUCH A HEAVY WEIGHT ?”

  • FRAGMENTED HOPES ❣️

    Walking in the mist of a chaotic world

    A girl writes a story ,untold and unheard ,

    Quiet battles with discreet scars

    A pen and a paper for her story to carve ❣️.

    Sometimes on differences and sometimes on par

    Hearts that align are never far❣️,

    Her letters flew on wings of hope

    Through distance vast, they helped them cope.

    For a life together ,they started weaving dreams

    Their world a haven in every painted scene,

    A man’s decision for a future with hope and grace ❣️

    Beyond life’s length and extraterrestrial  space ,

    Dreaming of the day, he’d see her face❣️

    Traveled all his way to embrace.

    Words her refuge that roar so high

    Her pen becomes her voice that never lies,

    Hypocrisy and despotism tore their bond

    But they didn’t know,ITS FOREVER AND BEYOND❣️

    But they didn’t know,ITS FOREVER AND BEYOND❣️.

                        ~ MILAN PATHANIA ❣️

  • ❣️

    दुनिया के तमाम डाकखाने प्रेम से चलते है

    और कचहरियाँ नफ़रत से।

    कोई हैरत नहीं कि डाकखाने कम हो गए

    और कचहरियाँ बढती चली गई ।

    हम दोनो रोज कम से कम एक चिट्ठी तो एक दूसरे को लिख ही सकते है।

    या फिर तुम मुझे कभी कभी कोई किताब भिजवाना❣️।

  • FROM CRAVES TO GRAVES ❣️

    Heart and soul that yearns

    Were left to burn

    Family and reality took an unexpected turn

    Love left behind with a zero concern .

    In a world where love should freely soar

    Customs and traditions have shut the door

    Their heart were devoted to the core

    But the chains of ancient lore could not bear them anymore.

    Promises were made under the moon’s soft light

    Diving into the dreams of life so quiet

    Not far from the evil sight

    Their heart and eyes were left to ignite.

    Longed for the choice

    To give their love a voice,

    But at the gate of cruel fate

    Their quest of love was made a debate.

    With each beat of their heart

    They hoped for a new start

    But in a world where love is bound

    There was no path found

    There was no path found ❣️

            ~MILAN PATHANIA❣️

  • FOR THEIR LOST LOVE ❣️

    




    




    Once happy in their own little world,where they walked hand in hand and later were made to walk alone.This one for their lost love,for the memories they shared and the memories they still carries.It reminds me ~ 
    



    LOVE ENDURES IN THE HEART , EVEN AS PATHS PART❣️.
    




    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    MY WORDS OF APRIL ❣️
    
			
    

    




    To everything and everyone 
    




    Alive and dead we all are 
    




    Still in a world of women’s fight
    




    To acknowledge and establish their right. 
    








    Where nowdays ,a woman talks of empowering another woman 
    




    Nevertheless , it’s always a woman pulling down another woman .
    




    What a lame sight we are into ~
    




    That there exist a system we are bound to 
    




    Bound to put a mask that doesn’t fit 
    




    Bound by the thoughts and ideologies 
    




    But we fail to see , that it is a human psychology.
    




    All set and governed by us 
    




    To a mankind , they are so unjust. 
    








    So , is there really a system separate from the individual?
    




    Tamed to the unrealistic belief of system 
    




    Human have lost their wisdom.
    




    As a matter of fact ~ This system is nothing but:
    




    Reflection of ourselves 
    




    Of our own selfishness 
    




    Of our self-centredness
    




    More of this and more of that .
    








    




    They say – 
    




    Every story has a YOU 
    




    Let’s appreciate the fact that you want to tear us down 
    




    But for us YOU ARE A WAY TO EVOLUTION AND SURVIVAL 
    




    But for us YOU ARE A WAY TO EVOLUTION AND SURVIVAL . 
    




                                            ~ MILAN PATHANIA 
    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	
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    THE LANGUAGE OF SILENCE ❣️
    
			
    

    




    

    

    




    Often do I fear the silence 
    




    Then,when it gets heighten 
    




    Will I have someone to reckon ?
    




    Will I have someone to reckon?
    








    Everything is heightened 
    




    Probably it’s here to enlighten
    




    The words , the smell, the thoughts, the images
    




    That leaves scars in an unimaginable places.
    








    At times ,even scars are beautiful 
    




    Protecting you from something that isn’t align 
    




    But who know, what’s really behind 
    




    But who know , what’s really behind. 
    








    They say ~
    




    What destiny has for you, will always show up
    




    Through all the thick and thins
    




    Through all the pain and struggle .
    




    So , I wonder as why to dismantle yourself 
    




    When life is all about weighing down and holding back .
    








    Though my writing has given me courage 
    




    To keep inscribing, while being at the edge of all fears 
    




    As it will never limit the sphere
    




    Rather , will push you to strength
    




    That perhaps has no defined length.
    








    Now , I don’t want to think 
    




    As I am never wrong with my instinct
    




    So , without a blink 
    




    Let’s quickly make a link.
    








    Never abandon yourself 
    




    Owing to the fact that 
    




    No grass is always green
    




    There are some things that are left unseen.
    




    Every person comes with their own quirk
    




    Through my words you got a way to make it work
    




    Through my words you got a way to make it work. 
    




    

    
			
    
		
    
		
	

	
	

		
	

	
	
	

		
	

	


















	

		

	

		
		

		
		



		
		
				
	


	



	


 


		 	
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