Colors of Worship

In prayers, we all unite,
In the God's name we divide.
We all are the same,
We believe in an unseen power.
We all are the same,
We chant things which are all unique.
We all are the same,
We see the same Sun, Moon and the Sky!
We all are the same,
We see no colors in our dreams
We all are the same,
We walk with a heart within,
And a mighty faith in God!
We all are, nothing but the same.
Colors of faith that divides.
Colors of worship that divides! ~ PraJna DreameR
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This is an old temple in Karnataka State of Southern India, there's an Idol inside, it seemed like not being worshiped everyday, stone carved building still stands tall. There is a small "GuDi" in the "PraangaNa" though.
This is the back side premises of "Garbha Gudi". Usually photography is not advised inside a temple, because of the cosmic power they possess. But in the era of man made things and electric bulbs landing directly on to the idol... I see no point in prohibiting photography.
But of course, I have seen and heard of temples of powerful goddesses, where they use only oil or ghee Lanterns to illuminate the temple...so as to retain the cosmic power the Idol possess....which is then transfered to the aarthi the preiest does, and that's why we take the aarthi (divine fire) symbolic of energy transfer. A sight of  inexplicable Joy & Positive Vibes.

Strings of Life.

  After a long time I took her out of her case. She felt ignored all these days.
I tried playing her, she had lost her tuning. I set the tune right, on each string, turning the knobs in and out slowly, she broke a string,
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I was already feeling low for all uncertain things in life that I gave up my feeling of playing her once today.
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But she was fascinating to me, she was everything once, even though I never played a complete song, she knew I loved her. That's when things got personified.
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We fall in love with non living things, we tell them our secret wishes and stories, we make them feel alive, nah!! We hallucinate things to be alive... Talk in terms of HE and SHE instead of IT & THAT...
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Well, I did fix that broken B string again, I played Beethoven 's -  Für Elise, a small bit slower version... Rendering every note... Slowly... The first ever song I played on my guitar, the tune that haunts me... For unknown reasons...
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Peace of mind conquered for an hour!
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#ThankYouGod #DreameRsDiary #GodOfSmallThings

It's Okay!

I write for myself.
I write for I want to write.
I write so that I feel better.
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Today, I felt the need to understand that it's okay if others don't like what we do so passionately.
It's okay if none console us when we're depressed.
It's okay if none like us the way we are.
It's okay to cry and brood over the problems.
It's okay if people mock you.
It's okay to be a loner by choice.
It's okay to be a loser.
It's okay to dislike the society.
It's okay to ignore social gatherings.
It's okay to get ignored.
It's okay to be a burden to everybody.
It's okay to suffer the illness.
It's okay if not wanting to do what everybody else do.
It's okay, absolutely Okay, to be abnormal.
It's okay, as far as nothing is okay.

Nothing is Permanent

Once upon a time, not so long ago, a Dark cloud was consoling a White pluffy cloud on a mountain top.

"Sometimes rather most of the times in life, I feel like crying, I feel helpless, I am not as adorable as you are, I am not what people might like, people blame me if I rain, people curse me if I don't, people don't give a damn as far as they're not bothered, they worry only when it's troubling them.
I being a dark cloud have many things to brood upon, but I am here for a reason, Good or Bad, I have to form clouds and rain when it's time! I am created for this reason."
White young Cloud ☁ which was listening carefully, was depressed in life, wiped away the tears, and started accepting the things the experienced Dark cloud was saying.
Further more.. The Dark cloud continued...
"Ups and Downs, Appreciation and Depreciation are all part of life.
Suffer when you're ill,
Cherish when you succeed.
Life is once, make it Purposeful..."
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By then the wind blew hard, another Dark cloud came dashing this one, two clouds melted to rain, the dark cloud ended it's purpose of life.
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Pic taken somewhere on Bengaluru- Mysuru Road, Made me write this story.
Disclaimer : The characters and the situations in this story are all imaginary and purely a fantasy.