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Catharsis 2k18 (Part-4)



My father said never give up son

Just look how good Cassius become

Muhammad, Mahatma, and Nelson

Not scared to be strong

(I mean, what if they say I’m no good? What if they

say “Get outta here, kid, you got no future”?)

Now you could run and just say they’re right

No I’ll never be no one in my whole life

Or you could turn and say no wait they’re wrong

And get to keep on dancing all life long

My father said never give up son

Just look what Amelia and Joan done

Or Rosa, Teresa their war won

Not scared to be strong

Now you could run and just say they’re right

No I’ll never be no one in my whole life

Or you could turn and say no wait, they’re wrong

And get to keep on dancing all life long

Yeah you could be someone special

You’ve got bright in your brains and lightning in your


You’ll go higher than they’ve ever gone

In you I see someone special

You’ve got fire in your eyes and when you realize

you’ll go further than we’ve ever gone

Just turn it on

[Big Sean:]

Look I paid my intuition I couldn’t afford tuition

My funds was insufficient, it felt like I’m in prison

Until I realized I had to set my mind free

I was trusting statistics more than I trust me

Get a degree, good job, 401k, but I’m trying to turn

k’s to m’s, what does it take?

And maybe I could be the new Ali of music prolly

Instead of doing it just as a hobby like these boys

told me to

I guess you either watch the show or you show and


Prove it to them or you prove it to yourself but

honestly it’s better if you do it for yourself

Never complacent till we hit the oasis

One life don’t waste it feel my heart races, success

I taste it, ah

Ah we on the verge of getting every single thing that

we deserve

[Chris Martin:]

Yeah you could be someone special

You’ve got fire in your eyes I see heaven inside

you’ll go further than we’ve ever gone

In you I see someone special

You’ve got bright in your brains you can break

through those chains you’ll go higher than we’ve

ever gone

Just turn it on

In you I see someone special

Don’t go to war with yourself

Just turn, just turn, just turn it on and you can’t go


It’s wonderful to see beautiful works in pop culture.. Cause young people are a lot more than what folks think..We all can be a change..I truly loved this song..and I guess it syncs with my title❤❤

Pop culture affects everyone. Hope to see more good and special works out there..

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Catharsis 2k18 (Part-3)


I just love this cutting.. I mean seriously all the hatred around only teaches us to love..and all the troubles are our staircase to success..don’t you think..

So,I was recently hooked up to this Selena Gomez hit..a song which truly redefines my fight for the battle around negativity.(Zankhana are you listening honey?!)

It was like the world’s a nasty place..and the weapon she told was like just wow..

“Go ahead..Go ahead..                               Kill em’ With Kindness”

Now..that’s pretty great..right?!

Well..the past year I’ve seen people they could get influenced by buffoons and well maybe the brainiest people whom I considered this good enough who make their own decisions.. Were also affected by what others speak.

I don’t consider if anyone comes to me and says that so and so..was like backbiting or bitching ’bout you..

The first thought that travels my mind is-

“What were you doing,dearie.Hearing about me and you didn’t even raise your voice

Have guts and tell me..even you had participated by speaking your views too or just silently listening it..So,what’s the difference, babe?”

So all the SADNESS around,

All the HATRED around,

All my HATERS around,

Thank you for showing the true meaning of my life❤

It’s my humble request to all out there..make your own views..own opinions..and just cross check if what you think the other person is saying is TRUE OR FALSE.

You know what.. I even don’t care about the reviews about movies,books,or series..or food/music.We all have got minds..why don’t we see it for ourselves.No one has got the same perspective or brain as ours..We all have different ways and let’s deal everything in life with our


Sharing beautiful lyrics of Kill Em’ With Kindness.(You got to hear the song!!)

“Kill Em With Kindness”

The world can be a nasty place

You know it, I know it, yeah

We don’t have to fall from grace

Put down the weapons you fight with

And kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em, kill ’em, kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em with kindness

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead now

We’re running out of time

Chasing the lies

Every day a small piece of you dies

Always somebody

You’re willing to fight, to be right

Your lies are bullets

Your mouth’s a gun

And no war in anger

Was ever won

Put out the fire before igniting

Next time you’re fighting

Kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em, kill ’em, kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em with kindness

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead now

Go ahead, go ahead now

Go ahead, go ahead now

Your lies are bullets

Your mouth’s a gun

And no war in anger

Was ever won

Put out the fire before igniting

Next time you’re fighting

Kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em, kill ’em, kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em with kindness

Kill ’em with kindness

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead now

Go ahead, go ahead now

Go ahead, go ahead now

Go ahead, go ahead now❤

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Home..My Favourite Song❤

Home – Gabrielle Aplin


Gabrielle Aplin is a singer/songwriter from Bath. Her fame came about after releasing her cover of Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s “Power Of Love” which was featured in the highly anticipated John Lewis Christmas advert. She has released two albums (“English Rain” & “Light Up the Dark” which have both hit the charts with “English Rain” peaking at number 2 in the UK top 40 album charts. [2] The song featured on one of her earlier EPs, “Home”.

John Lewis Christmas advert 2012 featuring Gabrielle Aplin singing Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s “Power of Love” (honestly I know its early and not especially relevant but I’m feeling festive and whats not to love about this advert or song or singer) [3]


NOTES abd ting 1NOTES abd ting 2


The key is in B minor. I think the choice of the tonality of the song give it an uplifting tone that is powerful and moving. Throughout the song the melody continues to rise and fall. Between each of the verses, the melody minutely varies but not often. Furthermore, the chorus’ also have a melody line that doesn’t seem to drastically change. The uplifting melody and chords, reflects the tone of the song that discusses the bitter sweetness of growing up, moving on and missing home.


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My toddler is not his torn jeans

My toddler is not his torn jeans

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Being a human being, my toddler has the freedom to choose his own clothes from his drawer at the start of a day. Being a toddler he normally chooses the weirdest combinations and loves to wear his favourite worn clothes even if they are torn. And being a curious little person his clothes bear the testimony of his many adventures throughout the day.

So one day he was dressed in his beloved jeans, which is torn at the knees, and an old cotton Tee which had stains down the front. And while being dressed as he was, he came and sat by me while I was in “company”.

It gave me an amusing study into human nature.

There were some who saw his torn jeans and dismissed him, or rather me, as not quite “quite”. And there were some who saw the lively and carefree human being in the process of discovering the world around him.

There were some who smiled with contempt at my mothering skills. And there were some who smiled indulgently at the will full personality of my precious baby.

Your posessions can be an indication of your interests but not a definition of YOU.

There are people who cannot see past your car, your house, your clothes and your possessions. They take a look at what you are wearing, which car you are driving and decide how much love or respect or even common courtesy they will give you.

Yet there are people who see past the physical garbs – the things that surround you, even the body that holds you! They look at the real YOU and their love or hate is based on who YOU are, not what you LOOK LIKE.

So for those who only saw his torn jeans, you are looking at the wrong thing dudes!

My toddler is not his jeans.

I am not my stuff.

You are not your car.

He is not his bank account.

She is not her vocation.

“I am so much more. I am who I am on the inside. I do amazing things, yet I am imperfect. I accomplish incredible feats, yet I make mistakes. I am a caring person, yet I forget about important things sometimes. I am proud of who I am, yet I make bad decisions at times. I am a human being, a mixed bag. I am just like you.

And I’m still learning… ” *


* from


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Catharsis 2k18(Part-1)

        Cheers to the WordPress family.                               🎉🎇🎆 

Happy New Year….

As Meraki Forever steps in 2k18,It is a privilege to let myself flow in my blog,with which every person can connect to and feel the beauty by being a part of this beautiful series as I present you all with-

              CATHARSIS-2018(Part 1)

          (Forgive me if you hate my                              novice art)😝

So , what is actually catharsis?

A release of emotional tension after an overwhelming vicarious experience, resulting in the purging or purification of the emotions is known as catharsis and so it goes on to be the title of my series to kick start the New Year and nothing better could have been the title of this series.

Moving on… I stumbled upon a new word which is-Schadenfreude……being happy at other’s misfortune.How negative is this word!.

But,I guess everyone of us has met a classic case of Schadenfreude.So,how much you react to these kind of people who are say….celebrating other’s troubles… Do let me know in the comments section!

 I believe writing gives you a new life..and here I am leaping into the new year with great optimism and zest.Year 2017….phew!!… A year full of ups and downs…I hadn’t seen such a roller coaster ride of an year. Everyday was like a war..and I am reminded the lines of the song ‘Zindagi Har Kadam Ek Nayi Jung Hain’ which translates into ‘Life is like a war on every new step of your life’.

I have gone through the darkest of days..and yes I will say hell was a heartbreak away.(Sorry,JB..But,in my case heaven was not a heartbreak away!)I have always communicated through my poems and other writings, but here I am presenting a series,with which every sensitive human being could relate with and have a hope for a better tomorrow. 

We are always like cursing that why we have to go through all sorts of troubles and why not others. My mom says that blessed are the ones whose faults and mistakes are caught at the very first time or their wrongdoings couldn’t be hidden for long and people whose faults are always overlooked.. God save them!!!

I agree that what I have become today after all the life sucking episodes , has certainly changed me as a human.
❤I always wanted to have a conversation with a psychologist,  but when the chance to do so..I yelled , “I don’t need one.I can help myself with the blessings of GOD”
I had gone through a tough time…nevertheless to say.. the most blackest of days. Forgive me God…It was not something misfortunate or something.

It was a learning phase..a phase every being goes through..The earlier the better.

Here are some of my works….more to come…decipher the symbolism within..❤

Indian Mural Art

Hatching technique

Flowing in art is just so soothing… Try it peeps❤

Some smudging technique❤
A temple composition
Beautiful mehandi art..A prevalent trend to decorate hands and feet with henna
Some candid collage making
Modern Art..Wings of Passion

More to come folks….Till then wait for Catharsis 2k18(part-2)….❤

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The Known Secret….

Hey… What’s that SECRET?!?!….

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The cat is now out of the bag…❤❤

I always wake up, before the sun ascends above the horizon.

Because I just love to see the, rising sun 

Which symbolizes the new foundation.

But, the serenity doesn’t last long.

 Stuck in the age, where a new day is not a song.

The honking and bustling are the new wake-up sounds

 Rather than the chirps of birds flying around.
  Living in a concrete jungle

 Running in a rat race

Are busy bees solving the life’s maze

Wants to have the wisdom of an owl,

 Lion’s pride and power and his fierce growl

Want to be precious and have wealth

 Want to have all the qualities

Under the belt.

I am a inhabitant here in this jungle.
When I was in kindergarten, 

I always remember myself watering the garden 

With the water left in my bottle.

I didn’t even had this frame of mind 

Those small deeds can help conservation unwind

The thoughts of conservation was instilled

 In the chambers of my mind and heart from my kin 

And now I understand its significance.
I believe childhood is the golden epoch

 Where ethical education masters the human oak

 Seeds need to be sown at the roots of life

 To have the fruit of achievement and end strife


Nature has always blessed us with divine love 

 And we have disrespected her in return 

Only to shove her love

We are no one who can even think of destroying environment,

 But are disregarding Earth by being self-centered.

It is time we need regard for the revered.

The concrete solution can be done 

Only until this aim is reached 

Otherwise no form of learning 

Can enlighten the budding seeds,

Plagued and compounded by the ignorance of basic awareness,

 Today’s earthlings need to live in the conscience

 And unearth the asset to overcome unrest 

Being a part of this interlude

 Became significant for me 

As it portrayed the future of us.
We have harnessed the era 

And have become so obsessed with the aura.

 I feel education has ability 

That can help perceive the truth 

By diminishing the myth

 Which paves way for a better fruit. 

We could take advantage of modern technological growth 

And clear misconceptions regarding the modern node.
Still what do we need?

 Unbiased education, I guess, is the need

To be tolerant and united which will work 

To preserve ethnic diversity,

 Promote moral principles without lurk,
 Literacy addresses nearly every social issue

Now is the time that we learn with supportive hues

It’ll help encourage universal respect for

 Justice, laws, human rights, and vanish the blues. 
On a local and global scale

Education is synonymous with grades and competition.

Students have a hectic schedule 

Where balancing studies with activities is a herculean task! 
But, books only don’t teach us the world

 Because true education lies in the old’s shelters

There is always a light of guidance from our elders.

It should be taken seriously to avoid blunders.
All of us wish to be an inspiration

God has blessed us with the weapon of education 

Through which we can transform 

And lead ourselves towards transformation.

Education is an humanitarian act.

It is against all wars and malicious tact

I look forward myself as a quintessence of egalitarianism 

As the one who promotes education as a necessity of life

And urge you to be a part of it

And be the one

Who is willing to work for a better future to end the strife.


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An Ode From A Daughter To All M🌼ms

​Mothers are like candles who burn themselves to shower their light of guidance, love and care.But, are we also loving her unconditionally?

She sat alone on the chair,

Letting it down was her hair,

She was present in front of the eyes,

But truly was she there?

The lady who was always lustering bright,

Today why the mother was quiet?

Tumbled over the thought that something was not right,

What was troubling mother from day until night?

Has something gone wrong,

Or did she listen to someone’s sad song.

Lost in her thoughts, she looked at the sight,

Why the mother was quiet?

Couldn’t control the curious mind,

What happened wrong couldn’t find.

Suddenly the eyes grew wide,

There was something to confide.

Not good in the deeds,

In a moment, the life felt like scattered in beads.

How couldn’t it be realized,

That life was not at all mesmerized.

The moment, got to know, there was a blunder,
Now there was nothing to wonder,

Went; stood near her,

Gave the warmest hug to the dear.

She looked at me; I looked at her,

She didn’t say a word, nor did I utter.

That moment sparked a light in life.

Now the secret unfolds,

That why the mother was quiet.


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That Fight For Peace

​In The History Of Hindu Mythology, Ravana, The Demon King Was Killed By Unity Which Symbolized That Good Alone Triumphs Over Evil And thus, Prevailed Peace And Harmony. But After Centuries, Is The Ravana Truly Dead…Or Is He Still Alive? Do We Still Have To Fight For Peace?

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Ravana died; came the light,
In the history of world, an antagonist died.
But, did all the evils hide,
To make my world look like a pious bride?
Have I got the world of my dreams?

Where the wind was blowing,
The water in the rivers was flowing,
I could see some children ploughing.
They were the treasures of God,
Ragged in clothes, stood amidst some rods.

Their feet were dusty, their faces looked rusty,
Her hair was brown, his face was dusky,
Working in the scorching sunrays of the sun,
Standing barefoot, how could they survive?
If I would have been there, I could have run.
Were they not blessed by God’s blessings,
The little boys and girls were poor orphans.

I couldn’t imagine the lives they lived,
They also lived in a city which was so urban.
Metropolis is so modernized and well-equipped, I heard,
But seeing the condition I was so disturbed.

They were all child laborers,
Who worked for people, truly they were murderers.
They snatched the happiness out of their lives,
And killed their childhood with sharp knives.
They ruined their lives with ease.

We need to fight for peace,
As the battle has just begun.

My Mother World, I have a question,
In the chambers of my heart,
Will this be the condition of the human race?
Oh! Mother World,
Think of those who do odd errands,
All with their little hands,
Their lives just run like sand,
So, this thing strikes my mind often,
That has the Ravana truly died?

Mother World tell me,
Who says the Ravana has died?
He is still in those who kill the girl child,
And vanquish the epitome of beauty and valor,
Are they pariah or will they imprecate!
Jewels, don’t know why these iniquitous hate.
They ruined their lives with ease.
We need to fight for peace
As the battle has just begun.

He is still in those who turn wild and unkind,
He betrays; he cheats; he knows how to turn out,
The lights of the lives.
He is the one, who creates rifts,
Among the people on basis of caste, color or creed,
And this leads to the insurgence, which snatches,
The innocent sons of the humanity.

He has no space for love and creates mistrust,
You don’t know him, but he is the one, who,
Wears the mask of a great sage,
But leaves the innocent tormented in a locked cage.
They ruined their lives with ease.

We need to fight for peace,
As the battle has just begun.

Mother World tell me,
Who says the Ravana has died,
He lives within us and creates rage in us,
Delves into our minds, our bodies rust,
And by slaughtering our inner souls, leaves us pierced in holes. 

There is intolerance and prejudice,
Which gets injected in all of ours’ veins,
And by showing his might,
Ravana proves that he has not died.

Truth alone triumphs is a true saying,
But don’t you think realities are decaying.
Is the Ravana truly dead?
I think it’s a myth,
Because the throat of love is slit.
Is the existence of Ravana truly denied?
Mother World tell me, 
Who says the Ravana has died?

But my Mother World will conquer the malevolence,
With her strength, audacity and unanimity.
She says her destiny is written with the intrepidity of the rising progeny
And not by the hands of agony.
This is the battle against the terror prevailing as insanity.

And yes, in my dreams, I see the children,
Inscribing the future of the human race.
I see that in the land of harmony,
The crimes just vanished and the golden birds emerged,
As a quintessence of tranquility and serenity.
The weapons of this war
Are unity and amity.
We have to be ready, soldiers,
As the enemy is not so far.
They ruined their lives with ease.
We need to fight for peace
As the battle has just begun.

Living in a society where poverty and melancholy is an alien,
My Mother World promised to me, 
“My child, thee be freed of all clutches,
You will have your dream come true,
Soon you will have the world of your dreams,
And the world will be no more blue.”
They ruined their lives with ease.
We need to fight for peace,
As the battle has just begun.                            

 –Rida Yumn Ahmed