Writers' Choice

This comes almost as a sequel to my previous post 'On Womanhood'. This lady has been serving me ever since she had conceived. I found her touch almost a part of the life that I am living and her presence, inevitable to my well-being. In my kindergarten days, she was a terror. So strict a disciplinarian naturally is unwanted for, to any child and her affinity to education was what I loathed the most. However if words are pouring forth to give shape to my thoughts, I owe it to my mother. Grace is a name that has been given by man to the beauty of womanhood. My mother is short and plump (as I saw her through the eyes of a child) and what pleased me to see, is how she combed her hair, served our dishes after arranging the table, knit our woollen garments and dress us to school. All with meticulous simplicity within time. The one thing I found charming and unparalleled was her smile and the glint in those eyes when she laughed her heart out. However, I hated to be disciplined....

My friend presently extolled the beauty of women in today’s Newsfeed in Facebook: Its so heart warming to see women deal with life's issues so boldly and overcome pain and difficulties with courage. Bold, energetic, fighting and extremely loving, these women stand out for their individuality. Their identity and happiness doesnt depend on career,money, physical appearance or the men(husband/son/father) in their lives.. but only on their high spirit to live and to love. Salute to them. God Bless! Ever since time has brought life into its manifold beauty, women have been held in high esteem. Be it Mother Mary or Goddess Durga, Rani LaxmiBai or Joan of Arc, women have since time immemorial, served as the right instruments of God's work.  It used to be a matriarchial society when men decided to change history and manipulate scriptures to bring things under their fold. The controversial Godman Sathya SaiBaba glorified women in their being parents and their role as the most imp...

Enwrapped in your black garment when you cast your entrance almost unnnoticingly, much like the uninvited and leave dark strains with your stride You do not seem to notice   innumerable drops squeezed from eyes. huh! O' the Merciless O' the hard heartened Why do you inflict pain to the survivors? Why do you entertain their groans and screams? Why don't you listen to the very self that has made you? I chastise you Your very existence You know no time no treasure that nourish the human heart. You spoil, you decay You contrive and conspire to burn and mourn, ruin and rust! O' the agony of You! Why do you smile?? Do you have a heart or  Is it to the vast vacuuum that I spill  out my agony, my chastisement? How slowly you step. Kill me if you like. I know no fear I know no sorrow I know no Triumph  that associates you and your being. Oh!! What???  What do I hear me say?? You look arrogant But you need to fall at my...

Reminiscences of the departure of a loved one Had once clouded my mind, veiled my thoughts. And so I failed--- To see the ball of fire the silver beams the starry nights.                                                     I failed to--- hear the jubilant notes of the birds and the bees smell the exotic aroma of the fruits and flowers feel the heat of the summer and winter chill taste the juice of nature but salted tears.     How could I be so harsh to myself- staring at the azure world failing dewdrops? How could I not see the pain in their eyes and the silence in their consolation tears in their laughter and blood in their hearts? Because there is pain there is joy Because there is misery there is hope Because there is silence, there is sound Because there is love there is feeling. The voice I hear tells me to rise ...

How you had longed-                                       to live the life to thrive on it to take the world in your stride! How you had longed---                                                   to have a family to live in a world of ecstasy and amplitude! Would there be a day when you find your dreams come true at the power of something?              or                                               has the day gone your dreams unfulfilled? There might have been another life when we had fought and you killed me? A justification for the event That made me cry after you died? The day passed, the nig...

Writers' Choice: Lines of rhythmic beauty : "They were pearls round Mother Nature's neck. The sky was gloomy as was my mood. It had been raining. I went outside not for the fun of it..."

They were pearls round Mother Nature's neck.  The sky was gloomy as was my mood. It had been raining. I went outside not for the fun of it but just to give me a boost. At such times, you cannot but help being but yourself, because it's Mother Nature conspiring to take you by the collar. I am susceptible to cold and cough. But my spirit got the better of me and I decided to take myself out without an umbrella. I was being completely with myself. No phone calls, occasional smiles, the pitter- patter of the rain and then as I rested my heavy self on a slab, I looked up to see the beauty Mother Nature thankfully presented. A plant with drops of rain on the edge of its leaves. Nothing new to nature lovers. No, not even me. But there it was revealing itself to me-- my beauty. I was there just in time to get the glimpse. The fading light would not have allowed me to participate in full measure had I been late, or had I allowed my mind to continue being clouded. There they wer...