Category Archives: woman

The dreamer

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She lives in a world of her own, waiting for the future.

The future visits everyday, touches her and is gone.

She keeps living in a world of her own.

Throwing out bits and pieces of herself, into the real world.

A half conversation, a story untold, an idea being raised for so long.

Portions of herself surviving in both halves, people getting her all wrong.

She lives in dream world of her own, anticipating the unseen.

The unseen reveals everyday, making itself known.

She keeps living in a world of her own.

Sometimes confused, sometimes awed, sometimes disoriented.

Walks in and out of the maze of society, refusing to obligate.

If only she could wipe out somethings everyday, starting with a clean slate.

She lives in an unreal world, longing for reality.

Reality checks itself everyday, the truth is  shown.

She still keeps living in a world of her own.

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I Am- Woman

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My father’s or my husband’s name doesn’t define me.

My career or my earnings  don’t define me.

My children or their achievements don’t define me.

My education or my social status doesn’t define me.

My clothes don’t define me, my home doesn’t define me.

People’s opinions about me , don’t at all define me.

 

Warmth of the Sun, coolness of the moon, calmness of the oceans and brightness of the stars define me.

All the love in the universe harbouring in my heart defines me.

What defines me, is that I am a woman.

I am who I am just the way I should be, just the way I was meant to be.

I am joy, I am the reason for celebrations. I am the sponge that soaks everyone’s worries.

I am defined by birth and death, I am defined by myself.

I Am

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I am my life, my happiness, my joy.

My death, my pain, my despair.

 

I am my actions and their consequences.

I am who I chose to be, who I strive to be.

 

I am my own gift, my celebrations.

My fairy, my demon, my boon, my curse.

 

I am my best friend, my worst enemy.

I am my grandest and most disappointing love.

 

I am my dreams come true, my horrifying nightmares.

My conscious, my subconscious, my morals and ethics.

 

I am my best teacher and guide.

I am my explorations, my experimentations.

 

I am the God within me, the spirituality, the salvation.

I am who I am because of the creator who created me…

…with all that I need to be, just the way I need to be.

Indian Summer

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This painting depicts lazy, hot, Indian summer. Though it was painted in an era when coolers and air conditioners were rare, even today in villages and small towns people who work outdoors rest under the shades of trees.

Farmers eat  their lunch brought from home by their wives under trees. They stretch their legs for a while before restarting their difficult  task of growing food. Achieving their goals with or without the help of modern farming tools and machines.

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