Curse of Daughter of Eve

Here I stand, in your court, from the beginning of time

My only crime, I am a woman

I won’t plead ‘not guilty.’

I am guilty, of every crime I am accused of

Punish me, pass your sentence, take me to the gallows

Hang me by the noose for I am a woman

Let me hang till death you chose for me

For my soul wants freedom, from this body

And that body is yours, yours to bury

It’s yours in death, just as it was yours in life

You nurtured inside it, you were my child

Just mines, yes, I could only vouch for that

You fed on it, oh yes, it was on my breast

I went half naked each time you cried for milk

Again I offered you my lap so you could dream

And poured in you my blood, to realise those dreams

Bury your sins with it, burn your lust with it

For I have taken everything else with me

The taunts, the jibes, the curse, the abuse

I am not worthy of your love oh son of Adam

Because I was the one who was infidel

But it was you who betrayed your person

It was me who was a whore and a harlot

But it was you who came to a wench’s door

It was me who was standing naked for you

But it was you who convinced me to shed my garb

So here, in spirit, I curse you, son of Adam

That there will be no one to love you but me

There will be no one satiate your ardour but me

There will be no one to bear you offspring but me

And there will be no one but me and only me

Who will decide that you hold a true born or a bastard

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Struck By The Strom

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Struck by the Strom and a log in my eye,

I am blinded and oblivious to the world around.

My eyes are shut closely with darkness surrounding by leaps and bounds.

I am confined to a corner petrified by fear,

I fear movement lest I would stumble down.

But the Strom did die leaving behind a dreadful silence.

Screaming at me a voice from within “Till how long?”,

“Till how long you will hide from life when you don’t know when the death would arrive?”.

I was stubborn enough to not to answer,

But soon sun rays did knock my eyelids urging me to listen and care enough to answer and I had to.

I was struggling to open my eyes to let the light drive away the darkness of ignorance.

Log was gone but pain still reckoning, tears still rolling down leaving behind a burning trail.

But…

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Have You Acted Like A Fool Of Late?

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Have you acted like a fool of late?  Or in your distant past?  Do you remember those acts and do you laugh at them?  Can you laugh at yourself?

Ability to laugh at oneself is a boon and an agreeable characteristic trait.  You laugh at your follies, others won’t have a chance to laugh at you.

I don’t want to be overtly preachy here, just wanted to share few incidents where I felt like a fool, nudged my head for a second then, thinking “Gosh! What I have done?

  • Tryst with French: It’s been over seven years here in Belgium but my French isn’t perfect yet.  But now I can manage many things using that language for communication.  But remembering how I used to fare initially still leaves me in splits.  Wrong punctuation can be fatal. Before every conversation with any stranger I used to say ” Je…

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MY SON, WITH LOVE….

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He was there, on the raised dais. He looked so handsome, that calm, serene look on his face. A soft smile played on his lips. His favourite perfume was scenting the whole area. The suit was made-to-order, it looked so perfect on him. The black Tuxedo. He had ordered it just last month. Had made special demands to keep the coat a bit short, he hated long coats. His wedding ring glinted on his left hand. She had pinned the red rose in his buttonhole, added the golden pin on the tie, kissing his forehead again and again. She still remembered how proudly she had looked down on him the day he had been chosen to be a Pilot for Air Force. She had saluted him.

His face had radiated with happiness and eyes shone with pride. She could never forget that high five he gave his younger sister, hugging…

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Oh Woman! Go And Liberate Yourself

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I am not sure about how shall I begin this but I am pretty sure about what I want to say.  It’s about every wonderful woman around.  Now please men! don’t draw your inferences that this is another feminist post or male shamming post.  No it’s not.  It’s about three important “E”s that should be an integral part of any woman’s life.  They are:

  • Education
  • Earning
  • Evolving & Exploring

Educate yourself:  Don’t let anything or anyone come in your path where you are trending and striving to enrich and enhance your knowledge.  I remember clearly what did Michelle Obama once said  ” Had I concentrated on how I looked instead of aspiring big would you think it was possible for me to be the first lady of USA.  No guy is cute enough to distract you from your goal” (forgive me for discrepancies as I am not…

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Let’s Learn It From Kids

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In the process of raising our kids we impart (try to constantly) many things, per say – discipline, values, ethics, etiquettes.  From how to eat to how to and what to wear, how to sit and how to behave especially with strangers (read do not entertain), we keep on instilling things into their heads.  But have you ever wondered what our kids can teach “US”?  They are of course very good teachers if only we can see:

  • Unassuming they are: As we grow and evolve we become complex. And not just us but our relationships too get tangled many a times.  One of the main reasons behind things not remaining linear in our lives is our nature to “Assume”.  “I want to go on an all alone trip but I can’t express it because I know the answer would be NO” this is an example…

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Lessons of Love

Today I came to know something invaluable about Love. I will tell you about it, but I know it won’t be useful to you. You can’t imbibe it from my article or by anyone’s teachings. You can only experience on your own. I am a writer, and my pen is asking for my attention, my ink wants me to pen down my experience.

I use to believe that to love meant to hold on, Clasping tight, Stinging, wrenching, agonising. Holding that fear, Holding ambiguity, Holding hurt, Holding passion, Maintaining an image, an illusion, a facade, beauty, perfection, Holding it all together. It needed a whole lot of glue, all that holding. It could break apart and disintegrate at any time, under all that intense pressure. In my journey of finding love, I learned that love requires a whole bunch of letting go…

Love is what’s left after the lover is long gone. Yes……I am right.

Don’t assume that I am telling you that the hurt and pain of losing a lover is love, No. To feel love for a person after he is gone, when with him are gone all expectations, and all possessiveness, gone are all hatred, anger, jealousy, violence, gone is that aching to be with them, gone is that longing to hear their voice and that need to touch and feel them, when the desires and the lusts dissipate, and the illusions, attachment and ego drops, when pretences fall, dependence disappears and all the worldly bondages break free……..then what you are left with is something pure and unadulterated.

When that acceptance of your being dawns on you, that you are complete, and that you are love, love is in you, you are free from all the pain and your soul flies, you get wings, and you are light as a feather. That is when you soar higher and see the world below from the bird’s view. And the bigger picture is seen, and everything falls into place, like a huge jigsaw puzzle finally falling into place. Then look around you, love is flying with you, it isn’s something you can keep caged, it is meant to be free. It needs nothing. Need makes us manipulate, exploit and control. And that is not loving; it is fear. Love will never thrive on fear; it will die a slow and painful death.

Free your love, open those locks. I know it is easier said than done. Free love from the care of future, don’t create that bondage around the feet of love, it is strong enough to break all chains, it is frail enough to break withing those chains. In both cases, you will lose it.

You have the key. The master key. The skeleton key. That river is meant to flow, that water has to pass, it is set to meet the sea. Do you want to retain it? You will make dams, and use the water, mind it you will use the still water, but you loved the river that flowed, you have changed its state by controlling it for your selfish reasons. It is not the living-breathing river you fell in love with, and someday it will break those walls, and there will be a flood that will drown everything with nothing left behind but devastation. Your banks will be the first to take its wrath. So better open those gates now, let it flow, see it winding down and flow by, making your banks lush and fertile.

Someone today told me:

Love is like loose sand. The more you wanna hold onto it, the tighter you close your fist around it, the quicker it slips from between your fingers, without you even knowing that you are holding onto nothing but a myth. And one day when you open the fist, you are left with just some sand that has stuck to your palm, and you dust it off, yet, some won’t go, it will be there, and that…..my friend is love. That what remains after you have given up on everything and let go, Is Love.

Love does not weaken, if anything, it makes us strong. It’s like the Sword of Gryffindor, imbibing anything that strengthens it. This love isn’t any love; it’s every kind of love. Love for parents, love for a partner, love for kids, love for friends, love for the teacher, love for humankind, love for nature, love for self. Love more. Love often. Love freely. Love many. Love all. Love yourself. Love

Liberate In Love, Rise in Love……..

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