Heal for your honey - A Haiku.

Not sting, not attack

Buzz is what it's all about

Work for the honey

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Pain by the loved stings

But move on, if not for you

Heal for your honey

Honeybees are the one of the most busiest creatures i've heard of. Disciplined and hard-working. They buzz all the time to work, to collect honey. They don't mean to sting or attack, do they? For when they sting, they die. So i wish we din't make them feel threatened! Anyway, from honeybees i learn not to work by stamping others on our way up. Work to achieve your goal in the right way, work to be happy. What is working if you don't enjoy it, and what is success when you can't share it with the people who helped you all the way up?

Nothing ever goes according to our plans always. God and time have their own clock running for us. So when unexpected events occur involving our loved ones, especially the ones which hurt, we are shattered. It hurts, but do we sustain that pain forever? Why? A true person who loves you would never in the world wish for something bad to happen to you, whatever the situation be. So if not for yourself, heal for the one you love. Heal for your honey.

This Haiku is written for The Heights of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is 'HONEYBEES'.

With an unsaid promise, is an unheard plea to the Universe.

       

Mistakes from the past have their own bitter way of crawling into the skin of the present. Times like these, you can say nothing. Not because you don't know what to say, but because you deserve it. Karma? I don't know. I often wonder why there is no Rule Book to live life peacefully. A definite set of steps leading to a perfectly happy life, like in school days. Then there was a secure bubble, inside which there was happiness, safety, sense of comfort, confidence, perfection, protection. There were rules, difficult then, but looks simple now. Following which made you a perfect student... a perfect child. But then we were always eager to break rules. And now that there are no rules, we are always in search of them.

There must exist a universal rule for happiness, which we give a blind eye to. Attachment is a b***h...! It gives you the experience of the extremes. Total happiness and drowning sorrows. I guess there is a way to eternal happiness, like the Yogis up in the Himalayas. They are not even attached to their own bodies! There is no fear of losing anything, there is no fear of losing anyone... nor lies the fear of death, cos they do not fear losing their own bodies either. Their life revolves around their soul i guess, the one which never dies. I can't even start to imagine the difficulties and hardships they must have gone through before achieving such a state of mind. But it must surely be worth the relief, the peace, the realisation.

Work is worship. There are no fruits without hard work. There is a lot to do in this life. Laziness is our biggest enemy. I am up to fight it. It's simple. You just have to force yourself into lifting your a*s up the chair everytime you need to get going, but don't...!

I certainly don't know much about what i am talking about. I just know that i know the right thing in my head, i am waiting for it to sink to my heart. Cos i think from my heart. And until my heart tells me it's ok, it doesn't reflect in my actions. I say when life gives a second chance, take it. I have taken mine, with all my wishes and prayers attached. With an unsaid promise, is an unheard plea to the Universe to make this work. 

"I'm holding your hand,

but you will never know.

No, not because i need you,

but because i promised to.

It's unsaid, it's unheard,

You will have no clue,

Because.... you don't have to!"