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Simple pleasures
Watching the innocence
No pretence
Loving bonds
This is for my sister and soulmate Joy. Monsoons were one of the best times of our growing up years.
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All use the same elements to survive
Then why so much animosity?
So much discrimination
So much hate
So much disharmony
So much anger
Towards others living or non-living
Can we not live peacefully?
So that when it is time to leave
We have no regrets
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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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(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
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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
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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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In the World of Thoughts 