Woman to a man....

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Would you love me?

If I can think reason and dream

If I speak my mind out,

seek my reveries

decline to die 

for love

If I explicitly say no,

when I don't want to be disturbed

while following my dreams.

If I refuse to give up,

my aspirations and choose 

to carry on living.

If I choose to 

acknowledge my being

fulfilling my potential

creating an identity more

then being a man's lady

Will it be possible to love, 

a woman who is free

and capable of

expressing her needs.

Away from the 

bondage of 

paternity.

Why becoming 

a mother and a wife

has to mean 

so demeaning damaging?

Undoubtedly you will love me not

If I learn to love me more than anything!

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“We still think of a powerful man as a born leader and a powerful woman as an anomaly.” 

― Margaret Atwood

“...sitting and waiting is one of the most miserable occupations known to man - not that it usually is known to men; women do it much more often.” 

― Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

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Dreams are reality.....

Dreams are for reaching your destiny
courage, is supreme tool
the winner in this game!

Mere dreams have created nothing
but falsatity utter waste
of human intelligence!

Backed with power of great
deeds they create
history!


Building bridges, cross roads are mandatory
for meeting thy sacred dream
every deed is extra ordinary!

Unapologetically being me….

I am who I am proud to be

Unapologetic sincerely

Honest simply explicit

With a vision extraordinary

May be qualities, not worth seeking

I am who I am proud to be, Unapologetic sincerely.

My pride is my simplicity

May be, obscure Stupidity

I still am who I am Proud to be

Wanting to be who you see as seeking

Is such absurdity cause I am simply me

Cannot be apprehending what you want me to be

I am who I am proud to be Unapologetic sincerely

“To be nobody but 
yourself in a world 
which is doing its best day and night to make you like 
everybody else means to fight the hardest battle 
which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” ― E.E. Cummings

I live,yet I keep on dying within........

I live,yet I , keep on dying in me
I love living, yet so much is missing
Dreaming, whispering, wisdom of  words
I am yet, but a child, viewing life as a mystery.

Age defies, wisdom mesmerizes
My memories, sequence of things
occurrence emergence of scenes
How dynamic is thy game?

The great dynasty of Humanity
World indeed is a giant place.

with revolving stage,
 we are merely acting
learning to learn from reality.

Learnt a few tricks when we first breathed
struggled to see the world clearly,
evolving constantly Learning infinitely.

it still feels like I hold just a gravel
of sand in my mighty grip there lies
an ocean of things untouched.

Ignored not understood
The secret heart of humanity
An entire life seems minuscule.

As compared to the events and history,
Little we realize now -how beautifully
we fit  in the larger scheme of things!

"He who gives up freedom for safety deserves neither." - Benjamin Franklin

ME in me...

The need for 'ME'
is so captivating
man lives for nothing!

Crazy running, dreams aspirations
burning life's destinies, somehow
bare the footprints of 'ME'
meaning nothing !

The end of human life
is the finale supreme
man's divine voyage
searching solace in 'ME' !

“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it."
(Popular misquote of "You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.")” 
― Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter

Unknown place....

Image From The Net.

Looking at my mirror image
it seemed distant
not what I wanted to be!

Me is lost in trying
to be pleasing
accepted by those
who meant meagerly!

Potential of living is
bygone, why is it forbidden
to be simply living dreams!

Waiting to watch
what onlookers
would say!

Traveler looses
his destined way
mystified, reaches
an unknown  place!

Wisdom is the ability to
choose your own path
courage is to live your dream!

Strength is to forgo the
onlookers view
carrying on
is necessary
Living is mandatory!

Time to grow...

Image from the net.

A child innocent
living meant just being
feeling things within!

Being happy simply
felt no need to
look for anything
all was with in!

They said I grew up
I stopped living being
became what
others saw
in me!

Innocence gone...
may be step one achieved.
I lost creativity.....

Youth achieved
I cared less
for everybody
and they said I
was an adult
grown up!
what an irony?

I look ahead....

Sitting on the bank of river life
wondering how much has passed by
what's left in the coming tides!

I look ahead, time seems eternity
looking back I cannot say
how far I have reached!

I look above, the sky is bluish green
a cloud wondered as lonely as me
tingling orange light penetrating!

layers of sky
to reach me, as if to say
there is hope for new beginning!

A thundering sound and lightening
bring me back to reality
I start to run realizing
It's getting late
for there is
still my to do list
chores necessary for living!

“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” 
― Rumi

My dear memory...........

Unannounced
she came to me!

Hanging desperately to
the last string
life was fast escaping!

Countless years
between this meeting
and last departure!

Wondering was
this necessary
I pondered over
those few gone decades!

Looked at her piercing eyes
now almost gone blind
tears and sorrow literally
made them dry!

Seeking refuge
was an old lady
still bearing few signs
of an affluent past living
today seeking a place
to live in!

I wondered
is this life worth living
the end was so demeaning!

Old in mind and body
where are her returns
from living!

Abandoned left helplessly
was a mother, grandmother
all wealth abducted from her
what happened to humanity!

I agreed and welcomed my aunt
not knowing it's her last visit
perhaps she had come to settle
an old emotional debt!

Sitting together for hours
we talked as if all time is necessary
she touched my heart healed my scars
shared wisdom her last left property!

On her death bed
lonely was her heart
for she still was waiting
hallucinating on death bed
thinking they have come, her siblings
calling strange names to strangers
she died waiting endlessly!

I died instantly with realization
how cruel is misery!
may you now rest
in peace dear aunt!

Memories.....

The end of all journeys
life, love, creation
time's eternity!

Memories earned
buried deep in heart
secret pages of learning's!

Treasure is not wealth
jewels or castles built
with confining walls-
grand buildings!

My journey reveals
they are reminiscent
proof of our living
redolent -memories!

A touch of pain
whisper of gain
sweet nothings
secret longings
Life lives in memories!

Writer’s spirit ….

Piece of soul revealed 

Exposing world’s reality

Beautifully camouflaged words!

Nudity of facts 

Writer obscuring nothing

Verity revealed completely 

Clever words Joined creatively!

Standing naked exposed

No barriers or boundaries

Waiting no judgments

From anybody!

Merely stating

Factuality as it appears

To a writer’s writing pen

Writer’s view discretely!

Choose to read/ignore

The invisible fire will carry on 

Causing creative outflow - poetry!

Writer’s vivid dreams

Compelled to pen it all 

Fast escaping memories

Seed of evanescent creativity!

Time’s like sand

Quickly running out of hand

He writes indefinitely!