Sharen Raphael's Blog

Living in gardens of blooming flowers, with a mind and a soul wanting to grow into an enigma; a display of these conversations within my mind, trying to portray them as beautiful as they are to me me in my minds Neverland. Gleam On!

Sharen Raphael. #offTopic. — November 9, 2015

Sharen Raphael. #offTopic.

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Unfurl — October 24, 2015

Unfurl

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It’s difficult or rather problematic… To have my mind manifested all this while to a supposed idea of life. Overlooking the fact that… I could never be perfect like the Eiffel tower or any monument; they are things… Often to break, bend and maybe slither to be dust. How perfectly mad was I to think that these lungs, bones and this heart is not as beautifully perfect than these iron bars which are bound to rust. They thought we too evolved with the changing times and seasons, we did, we indeed did but I unfurled to be something I never knew existed. I unfurled to be a person who no more thought Eiffel tower is perfect and strongly wish it never will be.

-thepinkgleam

Fly —

Fly

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But when parts of my soul, do succeed in the exodus… I promise that then I would spread my wings and fly. Fly to the wilderness; not because I can but because they’ve always wanted to fly and hover but I always restricted them to do so… Always thought you were right and I was always wrong.

It’s my time to fly.

-thepinkgleam

Freedom. — August 18, 2015

Freedom.

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If freedom were a place, it indeed would be beautiful. It would be a place where we were surrounded by gardens with blooming flowers in pink, yellow, white and technicolour too.

It would have been a place where people lived in harmony and sang songs of peace. A place where thoughts valued more than just an appearance, unlike the place I live.

A place so vivid in my thoughts but yet reality trying to make it real. It would also have paths that I would then walk on and would feel as though the place belonged to me, as if it were my own.

It would be a place where the true meaning of the pen being mightier than the sword indeed reflected and not just simply be a phrase learnt in school.

Someday I wish to wake up, look outside my window and see – black, brown and white living together in peace. The bird outside my window sang, what I always wished for, it sang about freedom.

It would be a place where freedom was free and did not beg to be free, where you could be you and I could be me.

-Thepinkgleam

The Third Gender. — August 14, 2015

The Third Gender.

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I will listen to you,
I will truly listen to you;
But help me with an answer to this
– am I a human?

I must be too complex,
But we share the same language
And also the same world,
So why am I too not part of the patchwork quilt?

I am secluded, sometimes, always;
I could be an artist, you know
Or maybe a great physician
Or maybe a soulful singer.
But I am tired of not being a part,
A part of the unison world.

Do we not see the same sun rise?
Why does not the sun rise for me?
I step back from this time lapse
And wonder how could I not be a human?

We share the same air to breathe from,
But this kills me,
This air kills me.
When I am gazed at,
In despise,
With so much disdain,
With a scornful sight that belittles me.

My world falls apart when I am frequent reminded
That I must not be made to belong in a world of two’s for I am the third.

Let me be free from a bondage of a label and a title of the eerie.
Let me be a part of this world that is decided for the two.
Let me not be ashamed when I look at myself,
Let me too be a part of a gender of the world.
Let me be free in this world.

-Thepinkgleam

Hearing and Doing — July 26, 2015

Hearing and Doing

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Don’t just hear but listen, don’t just say it but do it, don’t just do it but mean it.

Preachers and doers, the world can be so easily divided into these categories.

Preachers who preach and the doers who take the initiative to act.

The difference between the two, is just minutely little – that is- effort.

Effort to take a stand.

Efforts to take the effort to do the right.

Today let me give you a different view about the preachers and the doers.

It takes a lot of effort to not vaguely hear to things but to listen to someone…

I didn’t know the difference between the two and to me both of them bore the same significance, until one day when my mummy was really angry with me and asked me the difference between the two and I replied with a silly answer as – oh, of course the spelling greatly differs.

My mum looked quite disappointed, not because of my silly reply but because I didn’t value her words and took it all for fun…

I was hearing the words but not listening to her.  She tried to correct me and I overlooked it.

Hearing is not as same as listening… Factually speaking- hearing is just paying no heed to others opinion. When I hear, I simply face my open ears towards you, to realize I didn’t understand nor did I learn anything, but when I listen to you I understand and make an effort to comprehend what you feel.

When I listen, I feel what you feel and it’s my  heart that listens to you.

It is this same effort that we put in when we say something.

We don’t realize that our words can slay and destroy or give life to a new being.

When we utter a sentence… do we simply say it? Or do we, mean it?

When I ask you – how are you?

I should be pure in my intention and ask you that question not because I want to start up a gossip of what you tell me but because I genuinely want to be a well wisher to you.

Effort here was just my intention… The pure intention to know, that you are really fine and also hope that the best surrounds you.

What about the times when we thoughtlessly say sorry? Or for that matter thank you?

In school I was told that they are called the golden words and when I asked the reason to it… I was told – because they simply are golden.

Today is when I realize that they value more than any long speeches that  anybody could ever give. They are kind words and should be treated kindly. Don’t utter them unless you don’t mean it.

Here, the effort put in, was thoughtfulness.

A thought to mean everything we say.

A thought to ‘do’ what we are supposed to do… And to mean what we are meant to be – humans, pure and true form of God’s creation – a human.

And what about the things we mindlessly talk when we are angry? Such talks not only make the others feel bad but it also decreases the quality of the relationship between them.

Why are we so adamant to ruin things?

Is this what we are told to do?

Is this what we plan to continue?

Hearing, listening, doing and adding meaning to what we do…is a process we were told since childhood but never realized where it could lead us to…

Listening is important… And listening to God’s word is very important. But what is God’s word when only listened to but not applied?

You say that God says- love your neighbours as yourself but do you know what it means? Do you know why he had to tell you that?

He wants us to be kind to others, not because he says so, but so that, we understand the importance of being kind.

He wants us to be kind for it is priceless, it is something that is  liked by everyone but known to only a few.

Listen to the word of God, don’t just hear but listen and pay heed to what he has to say… And apply these blessed thoughts in your life. You can’t just say you listen to him but not apply it.

-thepinkgleam

We missed it. — July 8, 2015
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