Reset- refresh- restart....

 

Are we becoming more of ourselves in the current scenario or deep down at the core level, the awakening is happening?

We are frozen in a time zone.

A period of unusualness.

A time of uncertainty.

A pause bestowed on us.

A comma..

Thankfully, not a full stop.

We freeze..

Do we look back or stare ahead?

Its a breather on a landing.

Fortunately we have not fallen..

We are bound by the calamity to just stay put.

Rest.

We tend to look back at our life's snippets.

Our thoughts oscillate between some exciting ups and some forgettable downs.. 

Some give us smile.

Some give us tears.

Tears- they help in fighting fears.

Fears push us to hope

Hope makes us wake up with a smile.

We realize that our life's carousel was always in motion.

For the first ever time the divine force led to a halt of it...

You realize there are no rights and no wrongs..

There are just choices which we made.

Which we need  to accept/respect and bow down to.

After all choices are all our life is made of.

It might be a black mark.

A grey zone.

On a pristine white exterior..

Do we get to erase some chapters?

Can we be selective on our memory button?

Where we get options of

Sweet

Sour

Harsh...

We are ironically getting to start a day of nothingness...

A nameless/dateless page of our life..

Lets not make this time conditional.

It wont be fair if we dont move ahead with a bit of change..

Lets..

Reset

Refresh

Recharge..

Lets readjust and remodel our crown..

Lets awaken our inner queen in this quarantine.

Purvi k

1st June, 2020

P.S-Lets unleash and unlock our captive minds...

Have your unique flight.

The Blue Door

 

It is ajar.

Waiting for you to leave your frozen transition spot.

A magical life awaits you.

A life full of choices

A life which is a bit of bumps...

Bit of bone crunchers...

Bit of excitement...

Amidst this roller coaster ride...

Learn to be happy in your little victories.

Learn to smile at small steps achieved.

Don’t wait for bigger highs.

Learn to take a leap of faith from time to time.

You will be confronted with difficult choices...

You will have tiffs between your heart and mind.

Your soul will be mutely watching the match...

But this soul can only be soothed by correct choices made from the heart...

Let your heart win!

Always!

Let your "I" choose the most soul wrenching path which might be difficult at first but will surely help you move forward....

Let YOU triumph over every "WHY" that you face at every crossroad...

Remember there is no finish line in life...

Just roads to be taken fearlessly...

March on

Shine on

Most importantly move on...

Cause time/tide/life wait for none...

 

Love You

 

Happy birthday Sonny..

 

On a lighter note-

Cheers to you being 18....

All set to drive.

And a bit ready to drink...

Being bit naughty on the way...

Yet retaining your boyish charm!

 

Make it count.

It’s your day today.

 

04.03.2020

the nameless monsters

The nameless monsters.

Audre lorde says-
"I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice.
Because they are so terrified.
We’ve been taught that silence would save us.
But it wont".

Living a decade of innocence.
Trying to understand and embrace radical anatomical changes.
Becoming subjects of adolescent inquisitiveness of elderly cousins.
Repetitively.
Annoyingly.
Unwillingly.

Extending a pat on your back by an uncle on your bra strap.
Grappling your new found breasts by lane pervets in the twilight hour.
Getting ridiculed for one's stained school uniform.
Terrorizing travails of public transport.
Leering glances of voyeurs.
Emotional abuses in one's professional path.
That masculine ego waiting to demolish feminine grace.
A rhetorical gaze questioning your climb.

The delusional men's club stinking of-
Mysogyny,
Chauvinism,
Sexism mocking a woman's clarity.

Tags attached to each roles glued to us.
The unhealed scars of scratched wounds.
The invisible pock marks.
The embellishment of labels.

Phew!!!!!

Its time to be unconservatively unapologetic about ourselves.

Taking pride in joining the "#metoo"  brigade.
Yet being ashamed to be amidst a society which is anything but gender agnostic.

Let these nameless monsters croak in the dateless pages of our lives.

Purvi K

the red pause

The red pause.

A sojourner knocking at the door.
The intruder standing uninvited at the egress.
Coming month after month,
Yet the mortal is itinerant.
Why do we embrace it aloofly with stiff austereness?

The cycle of life.
Oh!!! A gender specific one at that.
Undeserving blessings- what a counterstatement.
A rebuttal.

The grand vacationer aids us in manifesting our angry encounters....
The melancholic disposition of spirits.
Orgy of complex emotions dancing randomly amidst expectation of normalcy in the order of life.

We cease to be ourselves.
We rebel with our confrontational self.
Our efficiency is at stake.
Parasitism seeps in unceremoniously.
Fighting an invisible battle.
The claustophobia.
The suffocation of being mute.
The blurring lines of self created boundaries.
We become the silent sufferers.

Its the time to coil in the coziness of anonymity.
Lets not fret over loosening our pace...
Its time to relax/chill and more importantly be vocal about our state.

Let the red pause be just a comma,
Not a full stop.

Lets talk....
Period.

As judy grahn says-
Menstrual blood is the only source of blood that is not traumatically induced. Yet in modern society, this is the most hidden blood, the one so rarely spoken of and almost never seen, except privately by women.......

Purvi k

adulterous affair

Adulterous affair.

Simile or metaphor.
Lets not decipher.
Grounding is boring.
Getting attracted is sexy.
Mundane monotonous routine.

Our very own cha cha cha.
Guilty indulgences.
Playing hide and seek.
Pigging out solo.
Away from prying eyes.
Sneaking orally.
Wild Sinful fun.

Winking at the inviting bed.
Luring us into a slumber so soothing.
We snooze on.
But then life happens when we go beyond the snooze button.

An affair to remember.
The two timing game.
Multiple serendipitous encounters to treasure.
Tough tug of war between chance and choice.
We live by chance.
Indulge in affair by choice.
We Avoid being reprimanded by the scaling gadgets.

Indulging in our Last eternal dance with morsels.
Njoying The eventual food gazm.
Biding adieu to ever endearing laziness.

Sprinting back to start our salsa with fitness.
Fighting our paunchy self.
Lets end this tango with sloth.

Purvi k.

the drama queen

The drama queen.

Is being dramatically vocal, relevant or actually disruptive?

The perpetual war between the act of defying and denying.
The appropriateness lying in acknowledging internally and deleting though.

Rather than being afloat or to be on plateau, lets fly......feeling satiated in aerial freedom.

On reaching the learning curve, rather than stifle ourselves with frigid beings, lets grasp the art of detachment....

Rather than clarifying the blurring lines between intrusion, interference and genuine concern....
Lets erase the silent sufferer in us..

Lets demolish the masochistic idea of glorying in our personally designed melancholy.

Lets not cease to be ourselves adhering to role play.
Lets confront our naked being.
Lets instead find coziness in our anonymity.
Lets soothe the restless mind which cant differentiate between suffocation and warmth.

Let the initiator in us take a back seat.
Let the spark ignitor become mute.
Let the inner fire spread quietly.

Lets get hold of the regressive action...
Rather than adhere to aggressive reaction...

Lets celebrate the demise of the reigning drama queen...

Purvi. K.

mute spectator

Mute spectator.

Being on periphery.
Seeing from afar.
Living on edge.
Curbing the innermost turmoil to react.
How calm is a mute spectator?

Silencing the internal rage.
Realizing the inaneness of the spoken rash words.
Taking a breather.
Adhering to detachment.
How mellow must be the mute spectator.

Insanely trying to resist outburst.
Inhaling air and exhaling anger.
Words dancing between epiglottis and tongue.
Experiencing syndrome of aloofness.
How serene is a mute spectator?

The worthlessness of oral diahhorea.
Abstaining the orgy of words being manouvered.
Combating a tiff leading to verbal prostitution.
Switching on of the alert self.
How soothing is a mute spectator?

Taking aid of routine affirmations.
Final ceasing of feirce rage.
Administering the menopausal pause.
Nurturing the restlessness of a hurt soul.
How sophisticated must be the mute spectator?

The fatigued soul learns to review from a distance.
Enlarging the myopic view.
Adjusting the bifocal lens in one's twilight zone.
Varied emotions singing a parody.
How evolved must be the mute spectator?

We cease to converse using toned words as crutches.
We walk away.
Far far away.
Denotation of a relaxed soul.
Emblem of a pure self.
We decide to become more of ourselves.

Celebrating the true truimph of a mute spectator

Purvi k