Self-Talk

Hello people!

I have a question for you today. How often do you talk with yourself? All alone?


I am sure we all do have a talk to ourselves, but most of the time, our talk is limited to self-pity and complaining about stuffs we do not posses.

But I am not asking this in that context.
My question is, how often do you actually have a conversation with your own inner self to seek few answers which you have no clue if anyone could even understand?

For me, I imagine my 10 year old self, in her two small pony tails, her weird smile sitting in front of me, and have a talk. Crazy, isn’t it? It’s the best thing!
And the question I ask ‘That Girl’ is always answered, by that 10 year old girl!

The question which follows is, how do you realize or hear what she answers or advise me? How will you come to know? HOW!?
The idea for me which always works is, the first thought, the first explanation that strikes my mind is the answer which I am always seeking for.

The best part is, the answer almost always makes sense and even if  it doesn’t sometimes, it at least calms my fears and thoughts that I goof up in my mind with.
That answer never strikes me when I keep over-thinking or complain about situations to myself. It happens when I genuinely ask that 10 year old self for an answer, for a guidance. And she always gives me with her 10 year old smile and shining eyes.

But,
Sometimes, the answers aren’t clear. Sometimes, I don’t even get an answer. I only see that girl smiling at me. Creepy. I let the question go with a belief that it isn’t the time for the answer to be revealed to me as of that moment.

This is my way of seeking the key to my mysterious questions. What’s your’s?

Try to question your 10 year old self. The one who was not afraid of the truths. Who was not afraid to learn about the truths.
Listen to the first thought that strikes your head and trust that thought and keep going. If for no one else, then, at least for that that 10 year old-self?

You are not alone and you are worth all the happiness. There is abundance. Hug yourself and smile often.
Be your own hero. Your own rescuer.
It is never the end until you stop asking questions and stop seeking for the answers.

So the next time you find yourself caught up in a storm and can’t find a way out, let go complaining and cursing your luck or destiny, but, start asking for a way out to yourself. You know your feelings, emotions and goals better than any other person.

 

– KinjalParekh. ❤👑

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Oceans – YouTube.

Greatingsss everybodyyy!!

Okay. So here it is. My first try to record my poem into a video!
I literary recorded God know how many audios before finalising the final one!!

It would be soo great if you could spare 2minutes to check out my Spoken Word Poetry on my YouTube Channel

Here’s the link.
YouTube-Ocean

P.S. – Do not forget to like, comment and subscribe if you like it.

Excited and nervous!!

Much Love and Thankful!!

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Can you do me a favour?

To ‘who-so-ever‘ is reading this,

May be we don’t know each other. May be, we know.
But let me tell you, you are a very blissful soul and can definately do wonders. ❤
I trust your capability. Forgive people and keep moving towards your goal.
Sending infinite love and healing through this message.
StayBlessed 🙂
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And, Can you do me a favour?
Please smile?
💕
Perfect! Now, please do not let go that smile, it suits you! ❤

– KinjalParekh. ❤👑

(Instagram – kinjalparekh98)

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N I N E T E E N. ❤

Rajkot, Gujrat.
A colorful city,
Where every soul lives in harmony.
Back to daddy’s home town,
Mumbai,
Where people’s life was no wonder
on the rush mode.

A month old,
Too little to understand a word or speak,
Her daddy says,
She used to cry everytime
If they failed to make her twirl.

2 years passed,
A baby brother was born.
No doubt he was cuter than her
And there is no one else to blame either.

3 years old,
Her first day in KinderGarden,
Her mommy said,
Her pony was like a fountain.
Been in the same school till her 10th grade,
No wonder,
Every grade has a tale,
That will always stay,
A trace of her will always be there.

Somewhere at the age of 7,
her brother was now 5,
He was learning to ride a 4 wheeled bicycle,
While she blew away in her 2 wheel bicycle,
All by herself, with pride.

She is 9 now.
She couldn’t understand the concept of one life,
Learning what the teacher says,
Unaware of the blame games.

12 year old.
She is stumbling in her pursue of grace,
Hunting patience, with avengeance.
She stands out looking up smiling
She thought God was taking her photographs.

15 year old,
Where she understands now,
What she know is true,
But might be incomplete.
When she stays inside, writing,
All she could think was about
How she should be outside, living.

She turned 16 next year,
Her college has already begun.
Fighting new odds and few demons,
But having a poetry,
To always fuel her silence.

Helping someone heal,
Helping someone fall in love,
And believing in all her dreams
To reach the peak.

17 years old,
She gave her most of the time
Wandering if she could be somewhere else,
So this is when she learned to frame the word –
THANKYOU
With the first thing in her breath, every morning;
And last breath, each night;
So when her very last breath comes,
Atleast, she’ll know she was greatful for…
For all the places she was so sure she was not supposed to be,
All the places she made it to,
All the hurts she held,
All the words she wrote.

She is finally 18 now.
Yet the same old tiny girl,
Who people still confuses with 8 year old.
She kissed a bliss this year.
And learned new things.
Striving to be successful,
Spreading smiles became her routine.
Kissed away the pain, thanking it to stop by,
For few things are always worth to have by.

Today. She is 19.
But again, people will still be confused with her to be the nine year old.

Camera snapping,
Eyelids flapping,
Darkest dark,
And the brightest bright.

She still refrains to act her age,
Because the child in her
Is the best part what people craves.

Having big dreams in her small eyes,
Talking with stars and the moon
And still searching for nothing
In the wide void room.

She might be reciting some old poetry rn,
Because it tells her,
Where she was exactly at that moment
And the place she tried to navigate.

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– KinjalParekh. ❤👑