Her body was forced upon by man.
She was treated to inhumanity that is inconceivable.
Her body was forced upon by power.
Power that reveals itself through force.
Force that is visibly outward, corporeal and psychological.
She tried to seclude what had happened, but reminiscence and nightmare began to flare up.
She was grieving for herself.
She was grieving to the horror which was inflicted on her.
She was grieving at losing a piece of herself.
She was grieving for a humanity that no longer existed.
She was grieving for there was loud call for abandonment of justice.
She was grieving for the danger to the safety of innocence.
She was grieving because the stages of grieving was arduous.
The grief in her prayers was loud enough to shake the consciousness of God to send her to Coma or Amnesia.
The pieces shattered her banishing pain to a mere soul in the chronicles.-
Sometimes we don't want complications in our lives, so we try to keep things simple.
But, keeping things simple does not mean we ignore complications.
It just means,we actually need to work on complications to make it simple.-
Overlooking the balcony from the valley,
Morning aurora falling on my face,
Sitting and sipping an exquisite cup of tea,
With nothing and everything on my mind,
Staring at the curling stone pathways,
Leading to make the cairn,
Scintillating sunrays through the branches of the trees,
Falling on the nature trails into the woods,
The stupendous landscape and the hilltop with beautiful houses,
Meandering streams flowing through dense foliage,
The silence around me was loud,
Loud enough to remind me that I was in the lap of nature
Silence, I learned, was the most beautiful sound.
Being an itinerant soul, I am in constant search for quiter abodes,
I smile, looking at the people smiling here without communicating,
In these quite little towns, at the edge of the world,
I find these simple and overwhelming hearts who make me feel right at home
And never make me feel tired of coming to these little corners in the hills.
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Always miss that emotional satisfaction of having made a difference.
That will always keep you going.-
Believe in redefining your insurmountable.
But I believe we live in a world where the need of redefining doesn't exist, rather the convention itself needed to get explore, change and advance.-
"I liked the idea of being rock solid, like a mountain. Now I prefer being the turquoise-blue stream in the forest"
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Again I stepped in.
Again with a hope,
Again with a smile.
Again the boys were adopted,
Again the girls were left behind.
Again my smile disappeared.
But not again I was disheartened.
Not like always, but I smiled.
Realizing they were the lucky ones.
They didn't end up in dustbin.
They ended up with a future.
They ended up where a loving home is going to recognise them.
I turned and said to the man,
"Today, truly you are a blessed man. Not only do you have the girls here, but you have the womb of the universe. She will then nurture life beyond."
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Push your limits.
Your limit is you.
Don't destine your mind to limit you.
It's the powerful force which empowers you.
It will take you to the heights of ecstasy.
Start the groove of pushing yourself.
Let your journey leave a trait behind.
Let a world be born under your footsteps.-
Mom, do you know what a man is to a woman?
Why are you asking about this my girl?
Mom, He is a door. The door which either lead to the right path or block the path. This door blocked my path. Not only mine,but all woman's paths. They don't let us move ahead, maintaining the tradition. And the woman, she never even tries to open the door. She just sits at the doorstep, worships it and kisses it and makes prostration to it. Then why should the door lead the way? Why the door doesn't pay attention to the woman?
Why are you talking like this my child?
Mom, do you know what a woman is?
She's a vine, and man is the wall. All her life, the vine tries to find by a wall so that she can climb up, she can be lead, and she can be guided up and she can be seen beautifully. The vine can only climb up as far as the wall is high. The vine thinks that if there isn't a wall, she isn't anything. She gets stepped on under the people's feet so she becomes dependent and reliable on the wall. She covers it and beautifies it with her flowers. When she dries up she still sticks to the wall. Like a Lizard. Unheeded and unsalable. But the wall only Supports, nothing else. See how the wall benefits mom.-
Dear Self,
Do you really think He would leave you alone after creating you?
Have you ever seen a mother let go her child's finger at a funfair or a teeming lane?
Even if they do separate, the child doesn't become as bundle of nerves as the mother.
So then how can The Almighty leave someone? How can he forget you?
How can he not hear your unspoken words? How can he not see your every unseen wound?
How can he not mend your unbearable pain and suffering?
Once He has set His gaze upon you, you will forever remain in His sight.-