Beauty of Impermanence

To be lost in a journey is beautiful in its own way, most of us enjoy it a lifetime, finding the utterly prime meaning of this world, there is no possession nor is anything permanent. But then somewhere along the worldly journeys, we get back to souls that have been brought together in this world by blood or bond.
Airports are one such stop, wherein the number of emotions, the expression is birthed. Indeed a fine stage for an act of love, grief, of parting and meeting.
Sitting in one such airport, observing souls arriving at their loved ones, I find myself wanting to sit here every day, jotting down one moment of magic. Maybe a mother meeting her son after he migrated, a newlywed couple getting back after a year or two of parting. A father eagerly waiting to see his own little one for the first time.
Pausing smiles, tears of love, of kisses and warm hugs, I do feel I am intruding a little, but then the play goes on. From one scene to another, from one play to another.
This world and its beauty lie in the meaning of temporality. In finding imperfections and also enjoying the moment. It is only when a human seeks for something beyond this, in this world, they're consumed by fear. Possession is the worst, be it your child, your spouse, your friend, even your comb or butter knife, doesn't belong to you. There is nothing of ownership in this world.
And if one does find the essence of life in such matters, airports and such places bring in joy, there is an element of superficial that is so real. Impermanence and its beauty help us enjoy our journeys, while we live the moment.

Light.

Sometimes you fall, because if you need to rise, the pit is the best place to start. Trembling and lost, you find yourself sitting there for a while. But then dear, don't find comfort in the darkness there, for if you look up there is a light that is seeking for you, a familiar ball of light. You look out to find a hopeless heart, beating at a pace, in which you'd conquer the world from east to west. You want to stop thoughts from barging in, but then the gate seem to have broke, for they flood in you.

So what do you do? You sit, find your self calm down. Don't push away the little light, stare at it, try to make a conversation. You'll find hope there, it may take a day, a year, a lifetime, but follow the light. 

Let it take you through your journey. Let it teach you to live while you unlearn the world. It'll strip your mask and it's going to be painful. The bruises will leave scars for a lifetime, but then they will help you take a step. And finally, you'll see the light being shared, among your loved ones. 

Insecurity will gush in, you will fail at making a lot of smiles. Trust the light, for there was a purpose you follow it. 

Where did the light come you ask? Well it was inside you all along, but then your conscience ignored it, and it pushed you hard. So when you do rise, never let go of the light. That's the love you possess that has been granted to you, and as you breath last, your Lord will only ask for the light, for that's His. 

Let Her Be.

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Poetry That Reflects Her Inner Fire And Drowns You In Her Magnetic Charm!

           Poetry is one of the most potent forms of expressions where emotions flow in an undisrupted flow, through tides and lows wafting through the breeze of mixed feelings. It is said that poetry had the tremendous power to heal wounded souls and uplift battered minds. As quoted by William Wordsworth, "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; It takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity."

When we talk about emotions and better still, when pondering about powerful emotions, the best persona to reflect it would be women. She carries a storm in her heart and is yet so gentle and poised! She might not reveal her inner strength always. Some may mistake her as a weakling. But, when the situation demands, she completely transforms and becomes the raging lioness none can ever compete with. As Eleanor Roosevelt rightly said once, “A woman is like a tea bag- you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.”

I was introduced to the amazing and magical world of poetry where words spell magic by one of my close friends, Eivine Renny, who works in a reputed Web Designing company based in Tirunelveli and Chennai. She introduced me to some of the crowning pieces of literary works about women. Let me share two of these literary marvels with you all:

“Still I Rise”- By Maya Angelou



Maya Angelou, one of my favorite poets of all times, was a well-acclaimed American poet, memoirist, civil rights activist and singer. She was a prolific writer who never minced her words when it comes to penning down her thoughts. Here is one among the many enthralling works she did, “Still I Rise!”. Here she explores the power of a woman to rise above adversities like a phoenix that rises over the ashes. She questions sarcastically whether the world wants to see her broken, and answers with pride that she will never be broken; she will rise just like the moon and the sun and shine up above with hope written all over her!

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

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.

The Laughter Of Women- By Lisel Mueller




This short yet sweet poem by Lisel Mueller stresses the underlying power of the laughter of women. The poem establishes a link between a woman's laughter and freedom. Lisel Mueller describes that a woman's smile or laughter can usher in peace, happiness, and truth. Since the laughter sprouts from joy, it is infectious and spread all across, making others too happy. She goes on to reflect that the joy of the world unfolds from the smile on each women’s face!

The laughter of women sets fire

to the Halls of Injustice

and the false evidence burns

to a beautiful white lightness

It rattles the Chambers of Congress

and forces the windows wide open

so the fatuous speeches can fly out

The laughter of women wipes the mist

from the spectacles of the old;

it infects them with a happy flu

and they laugh as if they were young again

Prisoners held in underground cells

imagine that they see daylight

when they remember the laughter of women

It runs across water that divides,

and reconciles two unfriendly shores

like flares that signal the news to each other

What a language it is, the laughter of women,

high-flying and subversive.

Long before law and scripture

we heard the laughter; we understood freedom.

These two literary masterpieces rightly reflect a woman’s inner raging fire and drown you hopelessly in her magnetic charm you just can’t resist or ignore!