I realized suddenly; the purpose of marriage is actually not to worry about the price of vegetables, to discuss indefinitely the need for insurance, to fight about who will pay the light bill, who will feed the kid....but to discover each other, to realize that we are there for each other, even if forsaken by friends, parents, all those who were dear and near...The purpose of marriage is just Love, how simple!

I called it moon dreams, but it lack dreams and not to mention moon. I once stopped writing as some sort of revenge, and now words fear me! Its my destiny, to loose words and dreams forever, but to keep my feet on earth firmly, to live a life rather practically. Daydreamers and wanderers have no place in this world. Let them perish forever!!

Wreath of white roses to words, to dreams, to the unknown friends who read this blog, if ever!!

I lost two of my neighbors to Cancer, both of them vibrant mothers and 35+, My brother is in sickbed with lymphoma- a form of cancer, and I every night I am reading Emperor of all maladies-A biography of Cancer. Unexplainable Sadness fills me every where, even when with Aarav, even in this office chair. or can I call it fear?

I can't believe, I am impatiently waiting for Monday to arrive, so that I can go to office!

I can't believe I need 5 days in office to relieve the stress from two days at home

I can't believe in spite of my dear son who don't want to leave me for a moment, I reach office on time

I cant believe I reached a stage of life, where I can think nothing profound, but could just list out the "Things to Do" and "How to tackle"....

I cant believe I will live a whole long life like this!

Being a wife is the preliminary test of patience, being a mother- the main exam, and being a daughter in law- the interview u r never gonna pass!!!

The only feeling I have these days is the feeling of 'degradation'? Is this the way I want to live? without life?without any enthusiasm? There is some thing missing!Missing as an employee, as a wife, mother, daughter, daughter in law....no need to say friends!! I forgot when was the last time I had a friend!!

The song of a lone Traveler

Does lone travelers ever sing?
I feel they can't
When the soul is alone, its just sadness that fills
Its just the grey sky, and blue water
Its just silence, the weight of one's own thoughts
Its this search for words

Traveled a lot, tired now
I have to sit somewhere, I need to cry
To shave the head!to shout
This what I am,
What I am
I am

Diary of a Daughter

Right or wrong? Never could find out!
Faithful, never able to prove
Idealistic, never could convince
To love, always hurt
Bold, never able to speak
Never be happy, neither could laugh
What to call such a person
A confused identity?

Your Children are not Your Children

They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

Kahlil Gibran

mOon-dReams

I Looked down;It was raining
I could see myself;
Waves kept wailing
And I wondered:
"Who can fix a broken mirror?"

I looked down,
unsolved fights,
answer less wives,
unpaid bills;
And I wonder:
"Why words dry up;don't harass or they will bleed"

Night fell over the city,
Lights cant talk for more,
And I wonder:
"Where ends a story; "and happily lived for ever?"

I am the moon; holding onto nothing;
I wonder: "Why cant I be the same every day?"

Feelings behind being "Mrs"

He likes burger- and me, Idli Sambar
He likes sophistication- me, Simplicity
He likes long earrings- me, no earrings
He likes hill stations- me, beaches
He likes to spend-me save,
I like being silent- he ,hearing me,
I like reading- he going out,
I wish to go back home- he, go abroad

And still we survived 364 days of being together!

And that is it!

Happily married..

Every one seems to have a better idea of how others should live, and none about themselves!

Paulo Coelho

Red

My goal sheet gives red stretches
it overflows over months...

I wish if i could be a better person,
less egoistic, less selfish...
I wish, if I could impress, talk even if nothing to say...

But when self die, what will remain?
when you make others happy,when you can please,
when you get a good appraisal, a compliment-
"u r sexy today"- will you be happy?

when your soul is sacrificed, when you are not valued
for what you are and counted for what you are not...

U be U and get a red mark!

When life comes to its end
You, please transport
My lifeless body
Place it on the soil of Father Koubru

To reduce my dead body
To cinders amidst the flames
Chopping it with axe and spade
Fills my mind with revulsion

The outer cover is sure to dry out
Let it rot under the ground
Let it be of some use to future generations
Let it transform into ore in the mine

I'll spread the fragrance of peace
From Kanglei, my birthplace
In the ages to come
It will spread all over the world.

-lrom Sharmila

The bad thing that happened was I born as a woman; and the worst is - I tried to be a thinking woman...

If there is a single word by which I could describe my life- its "degraded"...

the Pink half!!

I have been meeting them; for the last one year...

all over the country, Orissa, Kannadiga, Tamil, Maratha,Young,Old,Fair,Dark,...but one thing in common- Dignity

All of them talked; not about the struggles, but the excitement of victory- shaping a life in a world which was not fair to them,about their daughters,dreams, about their partners,about friendship and trust, about courage...

The greatest gift god gave me was the boon to be born as a Woman...

a dedication n World Book Day 2010!

It started in municipal library, thodupuzha; an affair wit buks...nd then the vastness of university library, trivandrum, the inaccessibility of architectural library, CET, trivandrum...nd the warmth of CEPT library....

It was a hide out, an escape..a place where I can be myself...

dedicated to all the libraries in this world...

Feelings Behind Being "Mrs"

Though Life is miserable,
U are there to rescue...

Out of which what makes me more miserable?