The clock kept ticking, the time kept passing. But nothing changed. She stared at the clock as it did what it was created to do. Showing her that time was passing. Valuable time, that she did not know what to do with. She looked around. The breeze had not grazed the curtains for a month now. The windows were shut like her heart. The darkness of the room did not measure upto the gloom filled in her eyes.
The clock kept ticking, the time kept passing. But something had to change. She took out her phone, saw his pic for one last time, saw their pic for the umpteenth time. She used to smile. She wanted to smile. Fidelity was not his virtue. But who lost? She opened up the camera and gave hersel...
Why do we still meet the unwanted in the dreams?
Time has passed ...
Memories have faded in the past,
But still I see the residue of the past !
I don't want it to happen every morning
The healed doesn't want to scream .
Moving ahead but the subconscious still searching for the 'veiled story'.
It's time to manage the disturbed
And switch the chaos!
An Ode to Her
May Her voice forever speak
Endless, spill words honey sweet between
Rose Petals, a dessert luxurious
Intellectual, sparks make fireworks
Turn, the air vibrant with color.
May Her graceful body always move
Elegant, hips swaying to a beat
Relishing, gleeful in the musical
Influence, hands reach for me
Touch, a worn paperback soft.
May Her eyes continue to smile
Expressive, sky blues alight
Rife with joy, laughter, yet
Infinite, Iridescent irises
Twinkle, holding a universe.
May Her wonderful person
Eternally, live in a paradise
Running, through ripened orchards
In silvery strands of moonlight, tap my shoulder an...
Some of the not so pleasant challenges I face on a daily basis as a woman working in a predominantly male profession such as the oilfield...
While I have had my fair share of sexual harassments throughout the years, as a female I believe I sort of just become complacent towards the sexual advancements and innuendos directed at me as just a part of being around men in both social/professional settings from the bar to the oilfield. These types of challenges are to be expected and while they’re in no way “appropriate” it’s something that’s always there and I’ve become accustomed to brushing that dirt off my shoulder and carrying on. No big deal.
The less ...
I find it fascinating that you read my writing, things so personal I have never shared the link with anyone close to me before you and you read them from beginning to end and after all the words you processed the only thing you came up with and continue to say is that I’m a “passive aggressive victim.”
It just amazes me really because I’ve never once played the victim card.
The thing you haven’t taken into consideration is that your perception of what you read and comprehended says more about yourself than my writing will ever say about me.
Each of us can read the same piece and we can each take something different away from it.. while there is no right or wrong answer it appears you cou...
~Make No Mistake~
To The Guy That Wrecked Me,
Just so we’re clear here, I in no way would take you back.. I want to make this point crystal clear just in case you might decide to read my blog and get the wrong impression.
I write as a form of release. I feel no shame for what I do to process and identify with what I’m feeling and I make no apologies. I do what I have to do in order to grow.
I’m not your victim just in case that might be what you think.. you never had that kind of power over me. Not then and not now or ever.
I’m glad we parted ways because in doing so I grew into this unbelievably strong, independent, self sufficient woman with self confidence and boundaries ...
A cool evening, Sevenish.
A break in Tradition.
My Darling Gorgeous' Mother,
Soon an old familiar forgotten feeling will return. Unbidden, unwanted; once the feverish activity ceases, it will be you, yourself, and the television echoing from the bare walls, the dogs asleep at your feet.
Depression, melancholy, wet tears may well up, even spill from your eyes. It will seem that what you have left, is all you will ever have. It just gets smaller and smaller, each momento chosen over others now lost to the dust bin. Boxes of your last life still unpacked, brown memories looking for their new home...
You doubt yourself, you wonder Where?, Why?, How?, Was it me?, Not again....
At 19 I met you and our relationship was completely different than my parents. It was healthy. At 6 months I started to feel that you weren't the one for me. At 20 you proposed. I said yes. The anxiety followed. The nagging feeling lingered. I kept telling myself "He's a great guy. You're being shallow.". When I was 21 we wed. The anxiety became a haunting monster. At 22 I left. I look back and see a young woman detached from her own voice. I see a woman settling. Today, I see a woman so brave. A woman brave enough to leave comfort in search of what she truly deserves.
Be not weak woman...you are gates of the strength and gates of the soul.
My Dear sister,
I still remember those old days being kids,
On festivals, it was a #KitchenSet always brought for my sister and I got the Gun,
On her birthdays, She used to get that #BridalDoll and Cricket bat for me...
She questioned my Dad always, that Why she couldn't make it to any Convent or #EnglishMedium school.
When she asked to play outside with us or to go to school tours, she was answered #TheyareBoys.
When she asked to join Computer classes, she was forced to join #CookingClasses instead.
She wished to pursue MBA, she found herself in a girls college enrolled into M.Sc (#HomeScience)
Even with a Gold in her PG, when she asked that she wants to do a job, to do...
¡Cuidado! Porque ella es peligrosa...peligrosa para los que no entienden la complejidad de
una mujer, porque defiende lo que más ama, porque desafía las normas de como debe vestir una "dama" , porque ante las injusticias jamás se calla, alza la voz para que el mundo la escuche y sólo la baja para decir al oído en forma de secreto lo mucho que te quiere, peligrosa porque le gusta estudiar, prepararse, porque no le gusta depender de nadie, amante de los viajes y de los libros y eso para algunos es sinónimo de peligro, desde hace varios patanes atrás que desconfía del amor, desde hace varias falsas amistades atrás que desconfía de las personas.
Es valiente, tenaz, orgullosa, caprichosa, ...
Aaj maine tumnhe dekha.
Uss andhere mein jisne mujhe
yeh quabool karne par majboor kar diya,
ki tum har jagah ho.
Tumhe dekha maine uss aandhi mein
Jo mere baalon se khelti hui guzar gayi,
mano jaise tum hi ho, mere kareeb .
Tumhe dekha maine uss barish ki boond mein;
Jo mujhe sehlate hue mujhe mein sama gayi
Mano tum mujh se fir ek ho gayi ho.
Aaj maine tumhe fir se dekha
Unn sari cheezon mein jo haseen hain.
Tumhe dekha maine, aur qasm khud ki
Main nazrein nahi hata payi
She gathered up her luggage and took one last look around.
Years she spent in this place, investing mentally, physically, financially,emotionally, and spiritually.
Even now, she goes breathless when she recalls the disgraceful disservice of her employer, and the shades of death she endured from her ex husband.
She couldn't stay in that memory bank long ; her therapist has worked hard to help her control the traumatic aftermath.
Today, was it...
The new beginning she'd been sitting, wishing, hoping, and praying for, for such a long time. She has been offered a Newspaper Editor position in Miami, FL, and she accepted it.
Florida was miles and miles away from Amsterdam, but Gretchen cou...
Something soothing touched my heart
Something relaxing touched my hairs..
Something calm closed my eyes ..
Something filling contended my spine..
Something soulful blessed my stars.
N so I recalled.. M in my mom's arm
Standing in front of you everyday
I look into your eyes
Wanting to hold you in my arms
Asking for your permission
The glitter of your eyes
Are now tears of mine
No hint of recognition
I was busy in my life
I didn't realise
M losing something so important
Without whom I can't survive
Unanswered calls, unheard messages
Now I play them on repeat
Just to hear
The love in your voice
The care you shared
Oh my mother m in despair
Please come back I pray the lord
I promise I will be different
I won't be the same
I now know this
How important you are
What I have missed
All those years
Hoping and needing your one single touch
Maybe you remember me
For at least one insta...
Watching your foot come out of the showers curtain, slowly revealing your leg as the water drips on the carpet below. Your hand gently moving the curtain away revealing this beautiful body carved by the gods themselves as a testimony to the perfection of their creation. Those green eyes, bright and mysterious could turn a man into stone. My Medusa have mercy on me as I am but a man unable to look away from your beauty.
मेरी हर दुआ संग तेरे हर घड़ी
जाने कैसे बन गई ये रातें अब नई
तुझसे और क्या अब मांगु मैं भला
एक आंखें भर गई सों बातें मरतबा
तेरी हर कमी है यादें अब यहां
तुझसे और क्या अब चाहूं मैं भला
तुजको मांग के मैं रोया हूं सदा
तेरी बाहों में हूं सुलझा तेरी आंखों मैं बसा
मैं तो तेरा हूं तू मेरी मरतबा
तुझसे और क्या अब बोलूं हरदफा
मेरी हर दुआ संग तेरे हर घड़ी हर जगह ।
- शशांक के पुरोहित ।
I know you have been watching over me since you've been gone. Some days I wake up and I can smell your perfume. You were taken from us way too early. You put up one hell of a fight. I didn't want to be selfish so I had to let you go. Please forgive me for that. I love and miss you to the moon and back. Always.