ain't I entitled

Ain't I entitled, 

While the moon, shines brightly at night, 

always given only part few days to shine thy 100%

Ain't entitled!! For wanting to be seen ever moment!!

While the flowers, metamorphse through millions of seconds, 

to just bloom a few hours and wither away, 

Ain't I feel entitled!!! For wanted to be fresh all the time!!

While the tree bears so many fruitlings, 

the wind, the birds, the sun steals away only see few riped matured fruits!!

Ain't I feel entitled!!! to claim success at every turn!!

Life is Life, there ain't no success neither failure, there ain't no famous or infamous!!!

There ain't no happy or pathos!!!

There is just the construct of your mind, playing the futile game of leaving you stumbling...

Offcourse you are human, 

Just be one of the million petals that still is unique and beautiful even when it flies away.. 

Just be one of the million pebbles rustled by the stream of water and footstep finding beauty in being resilient.

There is no shame in being ethereal, there is so much strength in being still and letting go!!

I ain't asking you to be stomped... but don't be stomped for because you are entitled to success and ambition, take a subtle turn to just live with the flow of situation around you. 

It’s that love

It’s that love

It’s that kind of love...

Where the broken slithers...

And the hurting heart...

Tells u how deep ur love runs...

It’s that kind of love

Where every pain... hurt...and despite

Truly turns you to oneness.....

It’s that kind of love...

Where despite the beautiful roses...

I just want to turn to your thorny spines..

And bleed to love you...

It’s no love just embracing.. 

It’s the disappointment....

It’s the despites...

It’s the animalistic... 

The raw attraction and imprisonment to u...

Not your body or mind or heart... 

just you damn it...

The indescribable part of u...engulfs me... burns me...

Leaving me with the eternal scar of loving you.. 

We ain't dainty, but deities

We ain't dainty
We ain't fainting....

When u hit us with a million things....

When u expect us to be
Resilient but obedient
to shine but with within
to protect but not protest
to be cooking without sweating
hair neatly plaid, house warmly made...

We ain't dainty
We ain't fainting....

Mrs. Lakshmi most wanted..
Mrs. Saraswathi most respected..
Madame Kali so feared and most worshiped...

Tridevi

We have to be all of them
At the right place and time...
But Kali never too obvious...

It's the story of the Indian wife
it ain't sad
it's just bloody oppressive
But
Knock knock...
the oppression isn't too obvious
we never felt oppressed
Just trained from child birth
its easy peezy

So now we can mangalagarama send mangalyan to mars

Women scientist of team mangalyan on the
cover of nature 

Heads up
The oppression isn't working anymore
You have just made us stronger than the man of steel

We ain't dainty but deities.

The female divination

I am high on estrogen
Hip size nein zero
Trieste pas beacoup
உணர்வுகள்  high fever

Sex ain’t perversion
Sacred is my biology
Without which there is no human race



Don’t gawk at me
Don’t awe at me
It’s just the female divine

I don’t have to race
Don’t have to run
I am already the pinnacle of evolution

Never the less I was present

Time passes 

Youth passes

Ambitions passes 

Tears pass

so does the innocent laughters

Love passes 

Faith passes 

despair passes

emptinesss passes

but now filled with alien emotions not familiar

excitement passes

Frustation passes

Defeat passes

anger passes

So does the will power to destroy everything on your path

ego passes

self passes

selflessness passes

helplessness passes

so does the impulse to react to agony

left behind is me, with memories of everything that passed by... 

will let everything passby in a recurrent loop again... 

And one day I will pass away

the earth will pass away

and more will pass away 

Never the less I was present... to pass away.. 

WINK

For his first love three feet and  nine inches high
His white pants and shirt, blue belt and tie, black shoes and socks
Were muddling along with his roars of tantrums….
Gifted was he for a fair mother and lover…
Oh! but our hero was so far from fair…
He was Calvin

Winning the award of tantrums….
Dragging his accomplice Hobbes….
Defeating the seven mounds of sands…..
And three inched sticks of white haired toddlers…
He retreated behind – his banyan tree….

Looking at the brooch,
Savoring his victory,
Wrapped it in a stolen golden paper
Wrote    “To my love Susie’s………..”
Hobbes asked “Susie’s what??”
He WINKED AND SAID “SUSIE’S MOM”.
AND THAT’S HOW CALVIN NEVER MARRIED :p 

Knots

Knots

Besides the window
On the creaking old bed
Crouched and curled beneath the crumpled blanket,
With a worn golden ring,
a torn tainted foto ,
a glass of water,
There hid the most beautiful woman, I ever knew…

Silence was her speech,
Tears were her window,
I walked towards her,
gazed  for a moment or so,
Turned, wiped my tears….
Lifted and gave her wrinkled hand, the fingers of my just born only son – her great grandson..

Serendipity – She smiled
And
For the first time in twenty years she spoke,
Yes, With a word not uttered, She spoke…
“With a thousand woolen knots that embraced my son,
Knitted with love and last of her strength.”
And That’s My GreatGrandmother.