Learning to live the happiness life showers upon every moment :)
Trying to pave my roads along the way
Because if dreams had a map,
They would still lead me off the beaten track,
They would thrust me into uphill battles,
Make me swim through murky waters,
And I would march through misery
Enchanted by the destination’s charm.
Live for the flowers you haven’t seen in full bloom,
For the constellations you aren’t friends with,
For the dance of the Northern Lights on the skyline you haven’t been audience to.
Live for the cats you haven’t cuddled with,
For the dogs whose noses who are yet to boop,
For the birds you haven’t chortled along with.
Gazing fondly at the nocturnal skyline,
I spot a constellation of our memories together.
The dead silence seems to speak volumes about things we never said, but were heard nevertheless.
The Summer Sun is the witness of our angry stomping, games of chase and cheery grins.
Fluttering my eyes open,
I was met with a somber white,
Suddenly blinded by the newfound light.
My first reflex was crying out loud,
An assurance of health back then,
Now, a safe outlet of pain.
When did the Sun stop burning in all its glory,
Painting the distant skies in warm hues,
Illuminating our vast lands,
Nourishing our flora and fauna,
Just in the fear of the imminent dusk?
When did the rivers stand stagnant?
They painstakingly made their way through cataracts and bends,
Trailing down hills and valleys,
Embracing the green plains and the arid sand,
Resilient as they slowly evaporate into thin air, nearing their end.
A beautifully noted ready reverie,
That sets all fears free.
A pretty scene springing to life,
Leaving dreams and reality in a
heated strife.
A far fetched hope written down
without haste,
Melting into a sugar-sweet
aftertaste.
You have held me in your womb
for 9 months,
And kept up with all my
crazy stunts.
But there’s more to it than
the biology,
Your umpteen efforts deserve
a book-long eulogy.
You fed me when all I could
do is cry,
You always know what I needed,
without having to pry.
We fill silent verandahs with noisy chatters,
Generously share the food on our platters;
Even in moments of profound conceit,
Our loud laughter suffers no defeat;
A woman is the full circle ,within her is the power to create, nurture and transform. And yes, yes we are different .We women are the epitome of strength, our efforts were never
decelerated , no number of centuries can extinguish the fire of our heart’s desires. We still stand
together and fight , as fierce as knights in “shining dresses”.
Yes, I’m a weird friend, I’d go above and beyondto do my best for you, But never support you inacts against my principles.Yes, I’m a weird friend, I’d spend hours hearingyour concerns, But not spend more thana couple minutes trying todefend myself when you accuse me.Yes, I’m a weird friend,Who’d stand proudly in acrowd defending […]
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Happier You❤ 