Free Spirit

Sunflowers, happy faces, pristine, peaceful, calm

Lush greens, foggy plains, fresh smell of the Earth

Miracles…miraculous….miracles

The human form but a microcosm

Uncertainty, sensitivity, deep anguish, rejection

Loss of connection, unbearable

Fear of losing the purpose

Fear of repeating a pattern

Tears brimming, almost

Self control, strong, 

Is the purpose lost?

Is this the hardest lesson?

Fear again, the one to not fear

Love and compassion is the key

Rejection, distance, separation

Loneliness

Experience is the key to life

Suggested a travelling soul

Makes sense surely, why resist

If experience is the purpose, after all

Silent Spectator, on your journey

Planning your paces ahead, mercilessly

Finding words and thoughts for self assurance

Might help cross this bridge

Don’t resist, don’t fight

The message repeated loud and clear

Did it mean experience and learn

Or did it mean, hold on, need more time

Shock predominates

Unexpected truth

Oversight

Misunderstood?

Unable to accept

Signs all over

All cant be made up

There must be a moment of sincerity

I will not doubt

I believe

Belief is the essence

Belief is the spirit

Difficult none the less

The winds of change

Free spirit, yet again

On its journey

The Power of Choice

I spent the afternoon and the early part of the evening yesterday feeling very powerless, feeling I had no control over what is happening in my life and blah. And then a miracle happened. I went to a seminar I am attending and learnt a very important distinction about life yesterday - The Power of Choice.

Decisions, they say are after careful consideration while Choice is choosing freely after considering everything. Now that's interesting. Isn't it? So when one takes a decision, the power is transferred to the reason that favoured the decision. Car A because of better fuel efficiency or Car B for better price. The power in these decisions are because of the fuel efficiency or the price and not because of you.

In Life, of course, if the power is with someone or something else, then we don't feel great, do we? Here comes the Power of Choice. When you choose something after all considerations, for what it is and what it is not, the power, my friend, is with you! The minute I got this, I started feeling so much better and so relieved :) - the power of choice leaves the power with me, not in semantics alone but in reality. When I choose someone or something in my Life for what it is and what it is not, I take accountability for it completely - the happiness I get from it and also for how it makes me sad because I chose freely despite and inspite of the considerations!

Just looking at things like this has opened a whole new perspective for me. I choose freely after all considerations and still choose you for what you are and what you are not!

The Power is finally with me!

Violated Again

She carries a load on her chest


She tends to her responsibilities


She compromises each time, unasked


She solutions each time


She worries incessantly for one and all


She lives a selfless life

Yet she feels violated each day


Yet she bears the brunt of lost tempers


Yet she gives herself up to daily lust


Yet she is the boxing bag for misplaced tempers


Yet she is violated each day


Yet she bears silently each day

If she raises her voice


She is unduly silenced


If she walks out with her head high


She is selfish and not a family girl


If she takes a moment for her needs


She is insensitive to family needs

She works as she is someone’s property


Literally and figuratively


She lies down and spreads her legs


Literally and figuratively


She is raped countless times by her own


Literally and figuratively

Many a religious sanctity


Debar her for a moments peace


Many a conservative family


Debar her from choosing free


Violated again and again


Every day

Some of these gruesome acts


Make the news sometimes


Yes, brutal acts


Uncalled for and undone


Justice deserved certainly


But for violations across the board

When will we rise


From our egos and pride


When will we respect all


For simply being alive


When will we, when will we


Be equal?