Thursday, May 16, 2019

Whirlpool of emotions

He kept staring at me, looking at me hard. In the whirlpool of emotions he kept getting lost. How would he understand me. When the universe failed to understand her. Only the creator n her knew what she was. Rest just kept getting baffled. They called her cold,unfeeling n hard. But no one ever stopped long enough to question the coldness , hardness n brutality which became her signature style. Her Armour to the outside world . The Armour which protected her from disillusionment. The Armour kept getting stronger n harder. The creator sighed wistfully n just wished once he had not made her this hard

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Ode to the dreams of a child

Ode to the dreams of a child. When I was small , new to this beautiful world walking holding my father's hand. I always thought this is my beautiful world. The world would always be this beautiful. There was peace contentment n happiness around me. No tears no sadness . My little world was lost in beautiful fairy tales. But the day I was brutally shaken from my beautiful world. I saw the ugly world. Every time I was made to see something more uglier than before, I longed for that dream like quality of life. I grew stronger , life grew tougher but the day I met that little orphan. I  saw a life more uglier. Where did the dreams go. Why were the fairy tales never come true. There was nothing more heartbreaking than the illusion of love n the breaking of illusions. Yet the little one grew up forgetting the childhood where did her childhood go? Lost in the adversities of life. Where did her smile go? Lost in the maze called experiences. Yet she lives on waiting for life to take her to new experiences. When I turned to the creator broken n spent. He smiled gave me his hand n said " come to me my child" I tested u enough😊

Monday, April 22, 2019

Need of the hour- self quarantine

Need of the hour- self quarantine . Please don’t take this casually. Think about others first . Your self quarantine will help stem the spread of the deadly corona . Let’s not be selfish n think we are indispensable. This is something very serious . Nothing will come to an end . We will still have time provided u take precautions. Keep calm # stay safe# pray# but use your common sense too-

Friday, April 12, 2019

A new beginning

She waited for him every single moment. Would they ever meet again. Would life ever cross their paths again. Life kept moving on . Her phases kept changing. Just when she had decided to marry n give another chance to someone unknown . There he stood in front of her. Waiting to be hugged by her. She was torn between her heart n mind. Turned away from him. The urge grew stronger. I'm the end the heart won over. Destiny smiled . The sky's opened up with joy. Drenched In his love they made a new beginning 😊

Saturday, April 6, 2019

Beautiful, incomplete n broken😊

As I stood on the mountain looking at the picturesque world laid out at my feet. The creator's genius. When I reflected back n looked at the puzzle called life. I only kept thinking of how he had taken away the main part of the puzzle .At every phase my the puzzle stayed incomplete . The pieces kept missing . Today as I stand at the junction of life to complete my puzzle. I didn't realise over the years my puzzle just has very few pieces left. Yet here I marvel at the genius of the creator. Some puzzles he made it to perfection n some left broken to perfection. Yet still the beauty of the creator the genius.    Beautiful, incomplete n broken😊

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Ode to a battered woman

Ode to a battered woman. I stood alone , scarred battered n torn. Torn in heart , soul. My individuality shred to pieces. Inflicted by countless wounds. I shed tears of blood. But I could only see coldness n brutality. My family wanted their name n standing to be undeterred . My husband wanted his chauvinism to be at the forefront. A slave to traditions. Devoid of love n emotions. When I stood to fight in society to fight alone. I was called the bad one. The patriarchal system of ages was more rampant. Men , family n society they passed judgement without a hearing. The misery of a battered , scarred woman. When I looked at death. He was a true friend. Refused to take me along. Urged me to fight n I fought for all those countless women, unseen face n when I won the battle. I could see the traditions of ages freed n breathing a sigh of relief

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

The journey continued

She left her prints through out
Some on the heart
Some on the mind
But only few could feel it in their soul
She was long forgotten
The imprints made them remember her again
Some remembered her with a smile
Some with a twinkle
Some with a laugh
The deepest one where she was remembered with tears in their eyes
Imprints, footprints, impressions
Some left on the heart ...
some on the soul
That’s what was left in the end
The journey continued 

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