The month of Love

 Hello February! May this month be the best version of self love hues! May the optimism rule high. Positivity in abundance.

The month of love, it was called. What love can be more powerful than self love. The love we give to others, if even half of it we dedicate it to ourselves, how powerful would our being be. Food for thought! 

Why not romanticise self love. Why not take yourself on a date. Buy flowers and chocolates for yourself. Do you just need one day in the year to proclaim self love? 

Why wait for some other being to do what you should be doing for yourself all along. 

The power of self love,

I adorn myself in shades of crimson joy,

My sparkling gem sitting majestically 

on my adorned finger,

The flowers scent their joy all around,

I nibble on chocolates,

Bought for thee!

Oh my dear being,

I love you the most!

The power of love has always been one of its kind. The power of love now for my self, I find it most reassuring!

Why not light those candles for yourself. A romantic candlelit dinner where your being feels the warmth of self love. Never wait to live yourself. Each moment is precious!

Make the most of it!

Life and moment is short. The joy of being here lined with the light of love! Make it strong! Make it powerful!

Have a blessed love hue month!

The power of love, let it encompass your self!

The one who left us too soon

 Today I would like the world to know the man who left the world too soon. My dear dad, a man of resilience founded by pillars of honesty and integrity! He was the life of the party, king of hearts! He ruled the hearts with his humour, compassion and softness. I would like to call him” The gentle giant”. He worked hard to make a beautiful abode for us. He worked graveyard shifts too. I still remember there were days when I didn’t see him at night. He was always true to his word. He would tuck  us into bed and read . My habit of reading was inculcated by him. The love for cricket was instilled in me at a young age. He had a cricket team which he would play for , accompanying him, I learnt to be the audience. Cheering him and learning the game. 

My childhood was spent in his loving arms. My only regret is he was taken too soon  from us. He left us on 23 rd January in the wee hours. The final goodbye was sudden. None of us by his side. We never knew that was the final farewell. 

No matter what time we had with him, it was the best. Embedded , imprinted on our souls. 

I always wonder what joyous moments we would have spent in his midst. Travelling, reading and seeing the world together. I know he would have been the proudest of my poetic journey today.

I alway know deep down that he’s watching me from far above, from the sky’s of heaven , a heavenly star watches me and guides me ever!

My father was the favourite wherever he went. He left people in giggles, smiles and laughter. A man who tolerated no lies and deceit. He raised his voice against injustice. Extremely compassionate, humane and kind. 

An excellent doting father, who always had time for his children even with his busy schedule.

After he left us, we heard only praises for him.

My favourite one shall always be” What a man he was”

Truly he was one of a kind.

His love for desserts was inherited by all of us 😃.

So much to say, yet the words stay lost,

Oh dear dad!

The best was yet to come,

You were called away to play 

the grand finale with the best,

The creator summoned you,

To light his joyous abode,

Your laughter resonates there,

Making the angels smile in glee.

My dear dad you are always in my heart. 

In every breath,

In every moment!  

You have my heart forever!

The man who stole my heart forever!

My dear dad 🥰🥰🥰

Magic within misty mornings

 The morning was Misty and dewy. Kia woke up feeling dreamy. The essence of life was it found in the dreamy white landscape surrounded by your loved ones. 

It was so good to be home. Christmas morning filled with the fervour and excitement. The ritual which would be played out after years. They had all flown the nest. Getting back together after almost 2 decades. Kia sat in her balcony. Looking at the pristine white landscape. Her coffee mug in her hand. She loved the flavour. It had the flavour of the bygone. The one she had loved the most. It tasted of undulated love. How she missed those beautiful days. Days filled with love. How life had just changed one dawn. Where had that carefree Kia gone? She was never found again. Lost in the journey. Today she found a tiny part of her again. 

She loved the yellow flowers left by her cousins. They knew she liked her coffee and loved to have fresh flowers sitting by her bedside table. 

She could already  hear the excited. The grand Christmas lunch. 

She got dressed and came down in time for her Christmas lunch. Dressed in red. After a long time she could feel true happiness. 

They sat by the Christmas tree, singing the carols at the top of her voice. 

Then followed by their favourite dishes. It was all quiet now. The shadows playing at the windows. She looked at the fireplace. The red glowing embers speaking to her.

What would life hold? Wondered she.

It was time to join in the festivities. Tomorrow morning they were flying out to a beautiful Greek island. 

It was a destination wedding.

Tonight was the big celebratory dinner.

She was going up to her room to get ready for dinner. 

As she was going, she heard her grandfather calling out to her. 

She hurriedly went to his room. He smiled and said “ You didn’t take your Christmas gift”

He held a small velvet box. She opened it and found the most beautiful ring set in Pink diamond. 

She loved it. She hugged her grandfather tightly.

There are tears in his eyes. He said” Kia ! I want to see you married before I leave for my final journey. Will I get to attend your wedding”

She just mumbled something. In her room, she stood in pensive silence. How to tell her grandfather that she had sworn not to get married. She had no place for love in her life! She was done with it. 

She saw his face yet again, the chapter of pain he had written, was etched for a lifetime. 

Appreciation

 The note of appreciation which countless times you have longed to have received from others. A simple heartfelt line filled with gratitude . So much we long to hear from others . Have you ever wondered, that your beautiful being too desires the same from you.

The numerous lines of criticism, the phrases of judgement you received instead, what did they do to you? They just left a sour taste for a long time. The same happened to your being when you sent it all back to it.

How many times have you sincerely sat and wrote a love note to your self. Simple praise of well doing. The joy of being grateful to it. How many times have we ever been thankful or grateful to it. We have just been unleashing all our negativity , anger towards the faultless one.

When your body reciprocates in the form of Illnesses, then you sit up and take notice of it. 

How many times has it sincerely stood by you. Holding you in its midst. Loving you unconditionally. Honouring you, respecting you. Loving you sincerely. 

Make it a habit to pen down a love note to yourself each morning. Write something beautiful to your being. Honour each part. Then see the difference. 

Each morning during the yoga practice, we make it a habit to send out affirmations to each part . Holding one part of the body in our meditation. For years I have not even ever thought of acknowledging or thanking it. 

When consciously I have started doing this. I feel like I am valuing, cherishing, honouring and respecting it heartfelt gratitude. 

Learn to love yourself the best!

You will find a beautiful being waiting to be uncovered just by you, only for you. The most loyal, sincere and affectionate one!

Write a love note for your being. End of the month honour and see what you have written . You will be amazed to find so much which you had never thought of. 

Keep the faith!

Keep smiling! 

Dewy Morning

 Woke up to a glorious dewy Misty morning. Laden with Pearl like rain drops. Dropping like star studded lanterns on tree tops. Nature you are the most beautiful in the morning. So serene, so untouched, so calming. 

Lost in the morning,

I sit penning my thoughts,

My coffee silently sitting by my side,

My diary opened wide,

What do I write for this beautiful dawn?

Woke up with gratitude to see this beautiful day. What shall be giving me this beautiful day? What do I hope?

Beautifully radiant in colours of nature. It stands sparking with brand new hope for each.

Being alive is a celebration needing to be celebrated every single day. You woke up, saw another dawn. Listened to the sounds of nature. Paint your aspirations on the horizon. Colour it bright. 

Let each shade speak for itself. 

My breath, I pay ode to you each dawn. You stand by me in Earnest and keep me going.

 Such a beautiful morning. I just long time be lost in you. It’s so unlike for January to have a spell of rain. Yet it has come. Looking beautifully sparkling.

Have a beautiful day lovelies!

Judged

 At birth judged, for being born a girl. 

As she grew up repeatedly judged for not being good enough. In the shackles of age old traditions and clutches of conditioning, she tried making a place for herself. Just when she thought finally achieved it. A set of new expectations took shape by becoming a bride. Then the journey of her new battle started. 

When is a woman ever given her true identity. Curbed in various chains of survival. As a daughter, mother, wife. Sister and daughter in law. When is she ever given the freedom to breathe freely. 

When she carves a niche for herself. It’s shunned. 

Being a woman is just to be judged time and again. To always adhere to other’s expectations of you. To bow your head down in consent every single time.

Why? 

When I come across different women from different walks of life. I see nothing different. Each is still battling to make that place for themselves. 

Some fight their own

Some fight the unknown,

All meet at the battlefield,

Wearing the armour of survival,

Looking at each other,

They find the strength to combat it together!

Alas! The battle is tough!

The day a woman will be confident in her skin. 

In her belief, 

In the power of “ Her”

Then the world shall see a new awakening!

When she shall be strong in the armour of education which she will adorn herself in,

That’s when the new dawn shall smile newly for her!

Thinking that a woman needs to be conditioned,

Is the age old method of taming,

Like it was known “ Taming the shrew”

She does not need taming. She needs recognition. She needs acceptance, she needs appreciation, she needs compassion, she needs love. She needs to know that in the journey of mankind, her role is the strongest.

Don’t relegate her to just dishing out food, cooking and just running a household. Along with that recognise her as a human being . A gifted one, who has come to mark a space and a special one. 

These skills are good for survival. But do not end with doing just that.

Empower your daughters with the skills and first and foremost education. 

Teach them that they matter the most.

Learn to teach them to be confident, comfortable in their skin. Love themselves the most. 

They judged me by the  shade of skin,

I wore,

In confidence I looked up,

Exclaimed wholeheartedly,

I love it,

Its my unique shade,

Gifted to me by the,

Creator,

Who sculpted such master pieces,

In all of us walking the planet,

In unison he had hoped!