More than twinkling stars,
There are twinkling airplanes
In the night sky.
What does darkness mean anymore,
When the light’s always by our bedside.
In search of darkness,
We now go deep inside our minds.
Category: Poems
Door
Call it a window
Call it a door
No matter what you say,
For you, it’ll always remain closed.
Happy International Podcast Day! Womaning in India – Mahima Vashisht
Today on International Podcast day, I would like to bring to your attention this amazingly amazing podcast that I am currently listening to called, “Womaning in India with Mahima Vashisht” on the Seen and the Unseen with Amit Verma.
What this podcast is about is kind of clear in the title, it’s about what a woman experiences to be a woman in India. It is a true delight to listen to Mahima Vashisht, who is an exceptionally intelligent person, speak about her life and about the issues that women face throughout their lives and let them slide. It’s about how this world that we live in is designed by men for men. Don’t worry this podcast is not just a serious long episode, it is funny, interesting, inspiring and eye-opening that both men and women SHOULD listen to! I’ve become a super-duper fan of Mahima and I’m sure you’ll become one too if you listen to @mahimavashisht.
Don’t miss out on this one: Womaning in India
PS: Thanks Pal and Ash for sharing this with me and thanks Labhe for telling me that today is international podcast day 🙂
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What an uncomfortable feeling this is,
Restlessness, brain fog, uncertainty.
What kind of a choice is this that I need to make.
What is this guilt?
Should I find happiness in struggle?
Or live an oblivious and blissful life?
Why is it always so hard and painful to leave?
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Today again I think of you in trying times and today again you did not fail to make me smile. 💜
If I had to define love, I would give it your name and then call myself a hopeless romantic. 💜
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The night has fallen,
you are hiding behind the clouds
I await on these deserted grounds
pining for your love.
Lavender
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Now, stay still my restless mind
You’re wandering into the wild
Stay still my racing heart
You’re falling deep into those eyes
Stay still my pursed lips
You’re tracing poetry along his smile
My trembling fingers reach out to him
He walks away oblivious of my yearning desires.
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It rained all night,
she stayed awake and hummed
an old forgotten tune on the window sill
the white lace curtains
swayed with the breeze
the curls of her hair danced merrily
then why did a glistening drop of water
trickle down her honey-glazed cheek?
Poems that Inspire!
Just felt like sharing this remarkably beautiful piece of poetry written by Maya Angelou:
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
BY MAYA ANGELOU
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Still I Rise” from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems.
Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.
Published by Penguin Random House
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