Why my hands are rough and coarse

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Dedicating to the every woman 👩. I am sure this has been faced by most of us at one time or others.  An introspection for The children (irrespectivs of gender) and husbands

 

                    
 

Why are hands rough and coarse?

Is a question I am asked

By my own children and others

Sometimes accused sometimes ridiculed

                Doing the dishes countless times a day,

               Using the detergent full of chemicals,

                Using washing powders full of sodas

               Not withstanding the harshness

              The clothes fade away after a few washings

               I use it day after day,

                Year after year till my end,

                 So that you eat in clean dishes

                 And wear clean clothes

                You dare to ask ????????

                Why are my hands rough and coarse ?

When we are going out

Why I can not dress-up properly ?

Wear high heels and do my hair?

Has anyone spared a single thought?

After one hour of ironing

And few hours of cleaning the house 

My back is stiff and feel too tired,

To even think of going out.

But still with a smiling face

Join you in your fun

 You dare to ask???????

Why I can not dress-up properly ?

Wear high heels and do my hair?

                     I agree world won’t stop when I am gone

                      You may hire helping hands

                      To cook,wash and do the dishes

                     But you will not find anyone waiting 

                     To serve you hot meals and watch you lovingly

                     When you browse your mobile while eating

                    Oblivious to the fact that I was also hungry

I don’t expect any accolades or rewards

But then don’t deserve insensitivity on your part

You may find many friends and well-wishers 

But there would never be a blessing hand

Or a warmth of selfless embrace

Love me for your own sake

So that you don’t feel guilty 

When I am gone.


         

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CELEBRATION OF WOMANHOOD

         (Credits  Nicky Ummatt)

Each of my adornment from my bindi on forehead to my payal  on my ankles  is a celebration of my womanhood. This post is dedicated to Sola Shingar (sola means 16)  on festivals of Karvachauth 

 

Bangles adoring my arms

Are  not  just an ornament

The  music it creates 

Is my companion whole day

A solace that I am not alone 

When I work on the fields whole day

When I do household chores

While my loved ones are away.

          (Credits  Pooja Bishnoi)
Mehndi adorning my hands

                   Is not just a custom to perform 

                  It is a blessing of love in my life

                  It’s intricate patterns so beautifully drawn

                 Yet neither have a start nor an end

                 Just like the cycle  of life 

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#festival #woman #womanhood 

 

ĹOVE – A SAIL

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Love caught me unaware,

Embracing me in it’s warmth,

It gave me courage to be a sail,

Soft wind propelling me onwards,

Into the deep sea of emotions,

A dream to reach the horizon,

But then nothing last forever,

Only Tears a rainbow in aftermath
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Via Daily prompt :Sail

#sail, love, rainbow

Precious Moments

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​                      (Anil uncle and massi -our sunshine)


Precious moments in my treasure box, 

They are my inspiration and memories too, 

They are the reason for my gratitude, 

He opened his arms and heart for us, 

He is the blessing of the Father above,

 He shelters us from storms of life, 

He held our hands when tides were rough, 

Numerous moments of his love & compassion, 

Are Priceless moments of my treasure
 
I don’t believe in celebrating a particular day, as all days are worth celebrating.

But the Father’s Day is a reminder to us that we lost our father, but  someone said that he is not like a father but a father. Thanks Anil Uncle for standing with us in our best and worst times. Walking on the path of life, we have looked up to you for guidance and support, and you have always stood by and for  us.

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A /एक  ★ Single Power ★ Part -I

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A drop of water shakes hand with others,

United they give life to the mother Earth,

Forms the springs, the rivers and the ocean,

Evaporates one by one to form the clouds,

Then pour down in the form of rain,

A drop is what farmer’s hopes are pinned upon,

A drop is sigh of relief for those worried face,

It is also the reason for the loss of precious lives

   ( farmers suicides are the most unfortunate , and can be avoided if the Government and non-governmet agencies can help them in rain-water harvest techniques. it is not just loss for the family but to the world at large)
        A drop of tear shakes hand with others,

        And flows in a stream from the eyes,

        Sometimes as a symbol of gratitude,

        Sometimes a joy of reunion,

        Sometimes as an expression of grief,

        Sometimes flows without any reason,

       Just to cleanse the soul.

A seed grows into mighty tree standing tall,

A grass spreads to form carpet of greens,

A seed gives a fruit delicious to eat,

A flower on barren branch gives it a lease of life.

             A storm destroys everything in it’s wake,

             A careless word breaks strongest bonds,

            A loving gesture mends the broken hearts,

            Hate is taking away thousands of innocent lives,

            “PEACE” is a word which is striving to survive,

             A word has the power to change the world,

            So please think what you want to say after the “A”
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LOVE-Tender & Strong

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Image courtesy Artist Suman Gupta (www.sumangupta.com) 

Precious is the love in all forms, 

It is pure, untouched and undiluted, 

It is colorless, formless and limitless, 

It is fearless, selfless and boundless. 

 It bind the hearts and the soul, 

It gives courage to move ahead, 

It is strong enough to face fiery storms, 

Have you ever wondered at the same time, 

It is so very delicate and tender, 

That it can not take the weight,

The weight of deceit or fraud, 

It crushes and crumbles at once, 

So please handle IT with utmost care. 

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Daily prompt :Tender

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tender/

Distant not so Distant

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. . .  A glimpse of my world. . . 

( Just couldn’t find any frame with all of you, so please forgive me) 

There are millions and millions in this World, 

A few millions in the country, 

A million or so in the State, 

A few thousands in the town, 

A few hundred in the area, 

A hundred or so in the neighborhood, 

A few in the same house, 

But the one residing in my heart, 

I can count on my fingers tips,

They are never Distant from my thoughts, 

As they are in my Gratitude list everyday. 

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Daily prompt :  Distant

LOVE – A BEAUTIFUL MESSAGE 

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A friend shared this.  A monk explains the love, attachments and relationships so beautifully 

When people say we love someone, their expectations from the relationship rises. And they feel the other person is duty-bound to fulfill all their desires. They are looking to bind others to them, want them to think their way. 

In school time, we used to  trace maps for geography  by using tracing paper, so that we can have exact shape and size. (those days there  was no web to just take a print out). People also expect the same in relationships, especially in marriage and love. They consciously or otherwise want their partners to be like them. 
Daily propmt : Trace

Gratitude – ‘Precious Moments’ 

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Today I am posting my 50th thought, this one for my Son Arihant (Twinkle). He gave me one of my most cherished relation – MASSI


Precious moments in my treasure box, 

They are my inspiration and memories too, 

They are the reason for my gratitude, 

When I held him in my arms for the  first time, 

The Twinkling eyes filled my heart with love, 

His warmth enriched my soul, 

Priceless moment out of my treasure box. 


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MASSI – My Mother

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Every day we thank our mothers in so many ways but today it being “Mother’s day” is a reminder for us to say it in a special way. For us (Me, my brother Sanjay, and sister (Joy) our Massi is our mother our world. Massi (mother’s sister) means like mother, but she has treated us like her own children and stood by us in each and every moment of our joys and sorrows. In today’s world it is rear to find love so selfless and so profound. No words of gratitude could express what you mean to us.

Her embracing arms are our shelter,

Her soft hands have the healing magic,

Her wisdom a guiding light in our path,

Where would we find love so pure?

It is only in her beautiful eyes.

             She said you are never alone,

            She said you are part of my world,

            She said I am the rock you can lean on,

            She said all your sorrows are mine,

           She cries when we are in pain,

           She Laughs when we are happy,

            She said my home is yours,

   Where would we find someone like her,   

    We thank her everyday in thousand ways,

     Her being in our life is blessing of GOD,

     MAA(mother) represents HIM on this earth,

     But in our life HE had send two representatives,

        One was our mother and other is our MASSI,

         Today is a day to salute her and say Thank you,

         For showering us with her unconditional love.


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