Literature

The Essence of Concentration.

Our minds are deeply consumed in thoughts that swoon us or drown us into long lasting thinking. What I’ve noticed, about myself, and my friends, is that to concentrate may be undeniably easy, but terribly hard as well. That kept me wondering, what is the true essence of Concentration?

Commitment, that is the true essence of Concentration. To commit oneself into a deep thought, to allow yourself to think about something, you begin to concentrate. You concentrate on that which your mind and soul favor, which your heart desires. Concentration is not only important for studying, it’s important and dangerous. To concentrate too much on a negative thought or act, may consume your soul into addiction and arrogance. To concentrate on a normal daily act, will allow you to realize what you indeed prioritize more, you realize what you truly commit to and what your mind is attracted towards.

Sometimes, to commit oneself in order to concentrate may not be very easy, which is why, concentration requires your mind to be focused. What may be the difference between commitment and focus? Commitment is dedication, and focus is a clear view. You need both commitment and focus, but you need to commit in order to focus. It may be hard, but it is the only solution out of the dreaded curse of Procrastination that we teens face on an hourly basis.

All the best for all the success you aim to achieve.

-JalataMelon.

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The Chimera

The Chimera was endless,

A trance that consumed my mind,

There was no clock, nor value of time,

Because I had entered into a world of Mine.

I Smiled.

For my soul could reach places I had never been,

Swept into the Illusion of my Happy Dream,

I reached another world, far beyond the galaxies of time,

My body swaying, to the endless Chime.

-JalataMelon.

 

Sunday Mandalas.

“Change is Inevitable,

and Love is Coexistent.”

A phrase that my heart beat when I was wondering why my increasing curiosity of self discovery had developed.

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Lonely Bus rides drive Reflective Thinking. (Pun Intented.)

Because I knew, that every day, there is a change.

A change that affects your Heart.

A change  that affects your Soul.

But a change that you decide, to accept, or decline.

And as change occurs, we drown our hearts with Love, because as hard as it may seem,

change is inevitable,

change will occur.

But Love assists Change.

Because Love is Coexistent.

And without Love, there is no Change.

 

 

Miss World.

She was destined to become the next Miss World.

It only required her to be a bit less herself, and a bit more, common.

She was in desperate need of advice, to reach the finals.

‘You were Chosen, You are Destined,

Your hair sweeps the world off their feet, and your eyes remind them of the deep blue sea, Do not eat, your size will dramatically increase. Walk in heels until your feet bleed, and change your accent, so that you may blend in. Reveal your outer beauty, and destroy your inner beauty. Shade your skin as gold as possible and redefine your cheekbones until they reach their peaks. Your dress should not exceed an inch below you knee, laugh, but laugh consciously. Remember, your race is superior and your body is ideal.No other woman is considered surreal,

until she hears her body scream.’

 

-JalataMelon.

 

Dear Society.

Dear Society,

I apologize for never being able to please you.

Actually, I don’t.

But no, I am not completely against you.

Because I am a part of you.

But this is why sometimes, I feel that we can never be alike.

Dear Society,

You taught me the difference between Fantasies and Reality.

A Fantasy, that one day the world will make Peace,

The Reality, you will never stop having enemies.

Dear Society,

You’ve made me realize who is in Power,

The media, spying on us from tall towers.

You love them sometimes, and at other times you loathe

Their attitude towards your beliefs and the word Hope.

Dear Society,

You have turned me into a Rebellious Teen,

Trying to understand what Open Minded means

To drown my beliefs, and accept your ideology

Of What is Freedom, What is Equality.

Dear Society,

How much can I say?

Will it change your perspective, definitely, Nay.

But I Thank you, dear Society

For helping me understand,

Your levels of Superiority, and

Where I Stand.

-JalataMelon.

 

 

 

Or So I Dream.

 

They weren’t like the others. Their hearts were not sore. They felt what people had felt no more. They had forgiven, But they did not Forget. Their scars and bruises had not made them Regret. It was a sign, and they were Proud. If only you knew what this all is About.

The World is at Peace, Now No One will Bleed.

Or So I Dream.

-JalataMelon.

*Beauty is Pain*

Her ringlets lay perfectly on her shoulder, her eyebrows were plucked to perfection.

“Tighter” she ordered,

The corset throttled her body, the threads once again pulled forcefully.

“Tighter” she ordered

And the corset perfectly fit her, her graceful figure shaped through a hard piece of cloth.

Her ribs were slightly bent, her lungs had a lesser space to expand.

But she was satisfied.

Her face was painted white, as white as the first snowfall of winter.

Her lips were stung to soreness, yet they stood out.

She fit her feet into shoes with heels, Her feet, slightly twisted, her heels, extremely elevated.

But she was satisfied,

She took a deep breath

But she couldn’t, for her lungs had no space

“Beauty is Pain.”

And she entered the ball.

-JalataMelon.

Starry Pyjamas.

I woke up to a million eyes staring at me, a few lovingly, a few scared, and a few confused.

The dragon slithered in the room, he cackled.”I’ll help” he said, and grabbed me by my starry pyjamas and dropped me in the middle of a forest. A silent, eerie forest. I shut the book. Eragon I thought and sighed. “You’ve been bitten by a parasite”  I was told. “Is it the striped one or the normal one?’ I couldn’t help but ask. “You will stay here for a while, just until you get better”. I sighed, out of relief and of irritation. I would get help, but I would be bored, but my pain was unbearable. I thought of how ungrateful I have been, how a cramp can reduce me to tears while there are others suffering in worse ways.

Nevertheless, I knew my essentials. I grabbed my liquid potion, water. Clear, relieving,kind. A water bottle. You require one.

The night had been long, too many needles had touched my skin, my body was tired. I needed to rest, my stomach hurt the most, and so it was told.

I woke up, my neck slightly twisted, my eyes droopy. I felt funny, I felt queasy. The atmosphere was different, I found a parchment that helped me find out more. A parchment you will need terribly if you find yourself in a location unknown.

My lungs were filled with the cool air blown by machines. The gust of wind hitting the shut windows by my bed annoyed me, I decided I’d escape from the hospital for a while, and meet the million dragonflies waiting by the window to see me.

The dragon nudged me from underneath the bed again, I couldn’t help but enjoy the friendliness of the women who helped me, even though they poked me, and took blood out of me a numerous times. Ironically, they took out the blood gently. Let me tell you one thing. A definite essential is Chicken Soup and Confidence, no, not the book, actual Chicken Soup.

And lastly, Starry Pyjamas.

-JalataMelon.