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Life’s introspection comes with its tell- tale woes and bereavement. It can either be a wrong thought, a relationship turned sour or appreciation of the karma theory in silent suffering. Nevertheless its functional prowess, charm an grandeur is dependent on the ability to resolve, suffer, surrender. My friend had been into a matrimonial episode where the fiend of a gentleman took away the blossoming charisma that is so becoming of a newly-wed. Tension wrought out the clumsy interior of a hapless human being who for no rhyme or reason chastised my friend. Times calculated a karma theory in action and gave the necessary integrity and outrageousness to force law to comply. The hybrid causes of tolerance and servitude is a result of wanton compromise. If the outcome is not going to work out with criticism or self effort then the best way out is to keep the tongue from wagging, for, truth will take its own time to deliver. It does take a Anna Hazare 70 years of time to come out of the coco...

Come to me in spirit I seek Come to me in moments I speak Come to me in voice alone Come to me in times of doom. Come to me in dreams I see That leaves its trace in morning's me Come to me in serious doubts Come to me to unfold knots. Come to me in solitude's bower Come to me in learning's shower Come to me with hands that say 'Give me Your number, I'll call I may'. Come to me with a promise benign Come to me in stars that shine Come to me in everyday chores In books or mags, movies or more. Come to me in shades of hue Come to me in moments due Come to me to share Your thoughts Come to me in image of sorts. Come to me the way I do In daily prayers in remembering You Come to me in nature divine Come to me, You are Mine.

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...