tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75313045272886622712024-03-08T05:53:04.137-08:00::: STRAIGHT FROM SOUL :::...feelings, thoughts, realization...Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.comBlogger229125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-78270040198900697652023-11-11T03:02:00.000-08:002023-11-11T03:02:02.572-08:00Fractured Echoes<p>In the depths of darkness, a heart laid bare,<br />bound by ties that cut, unaware.<br />In the toxic dance of bloodline's art,<br />a fractured soul, a shattered heart.<br /><br />Through the corridors of silent pain,<br />familiar echoes, a haunting refrain.<br />In the wreckage of familial ties,<br />a spirit lingers, where sorrow lies.<br /><br />Yet, in the abyss, a glimmer faint,<br />a plea for solace, a whispered paint.<br />For resilience, now a distant dream,<br />lost in the shadows of a fractured seam.</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-51095316206079764222023-08-18T02:10:00.002-07:002023-08-18T02:31:45.825-07:00Aloha<p>In life's grand story, a companion's grace,<br />Aloha bridges years, finding its rightful place.<br />Through wrinkles of time and stories they have seen,<br />Aloha's thread weaves connections between.<br /><br />A screen can't obscure the warmth of their smiles,<br />Aloha speaks softly across the miles.<br />Venerable wisdom, a treasure to share,<br />Aloha listens, shows it deeply cares.</p><p>In heart-to-heart whispers, aloha takes flight,<br />Guiding their words through day and through night.<br />Amidst a span of years, a bond has been found,<br />Aloha's sweet symphony, love's ageless sound.<br /><br />With every exchange, their spirits align,<br />Aloha, a friend in a world so benign.<br />In the chapters of life, stitched by and by,<br />Aloha, a constant as time drifts on by.</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-87590541052185489542023-07-29T05:36:00.000-07:002023-07-29T05:36:02.512-07:00Rising Phoenixes<p><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Amidst
ash-fill, a phoenix's flight,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">with
potent strength, a fearless sight.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Her
scars etched deep, yet unerased,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">defied
the adversity she faced.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />In
unity, they found their grace,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">emerging
strong, a sisterhood's embrace.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Muted
pasts now distant noise,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">together
they rise, they rejoice.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />For
behind every strong woman's voice,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a
story echoes, <b><i>no choice but to rise</i></b>.</span></p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-65184225072307564132023-07-28T04:46:00.000-07:002023-07-28T04:46:57.624-07:00In the Stillness...<p><i>In the stillness of my mind,<br />I saw myself unchained, unbound.</i></p><p>In the whispers of my heart,<br />I found my voice.<br />In the trajectory of my dreams,<br />I made my choice.<br />In the realm of my soul,<br />I sought peace.<br />In the depths of my being, <br />I believed.<br /><br />For in the stillness of my mind, <br />I was unchained, unbound,<br />A celebration of liberation, resound.</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-24382871911504495092023-04-19T03:32:00.005-07:002023-04-19T03:32:56.086-07:00Flight<p>she wasn't meant to be<br />grounded in a cage<br />the open sky beckoned her<br />it was here where <br />she truly belonged<br />she had strong wings, and<br />she knew she could fly <br />as high as she wanted<br />scaling new heights<br />each time she soared, and<br />took flight</p><p><span style="white-space: pre;"><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><i>... n' so she flew</i></p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-36970342189550386642023-03-31T05:50:00.001-07:002023-03-31T05:50:29.800-07:00Ganbaru<p>trials<br />hardships<br />tragedies<br />strife|<br />are a part of every life<br /><br />do not succumb to the sorrows<br />do not yield to the blows<br />you have the incredible strength<br />within YOU<br />you only didn't know<br />tough times are not meant to last<br />you need to tough them out<br />with a tenacity<br />so perseverant<br />that you will stand tall, and<br />see through its end<br /><br /><b>GANBARU</b><br />be firm<br />do not give-in<br />do it more than your best, and<br />you will make it through everything.</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-38401702245429748642023-03-24T06:16:00.006-07:002023-03-24T06:16:40.679-07:00Still & Silent<p>when turbulent times<br />made her decadent<br />she would adopt <br />stretches of silence<br />flying low<br />to the depths <br />of her soul<br />to listen to <br />the waves <br />surging within<br />light as a feather<br />not deafening <br />the quiet<br />yet stoic<br />in her stillness<br />she would see the she<br />that wasn't the she<br />she should have been<br /><br />in the tranquility<br />of the still and silent<br />she would find herself again<br />each time. every time.</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-31018305808717646742023-03-11T02:45:00.007-08:002023-03-11T02:57:48.955-08:00Child of destiny<p>an expression of love<br />filled with mirth<br />a seed of human<br />birthed on earth<br />an epitome of beauty<br />chaste, rare<br />a paragon of history<br />mystical faire<br />an alchemic artistry <br />of the almighty<br />a true child of destiny <br />was <b>she</b></p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-51725873869026182942023-03-06T23:33:00.003-08:002023-03-06T23:33:34.692-08:00Rantings of my mind...<p>for years, I let <br />the weight of other people's<br />expectations wear me down<br />almost everything I did<br />refracted through judgements<br />which were not mine<br />much as I would like to deny<br />it afflicted my heart and mind<br /><br />PAUSE<br /><br />it took me long to learn <br />to burn the bridges <br />not meant for me<br />and, love the footprints of my feet <br />walking away into a newfound <br />rainbow of credence and ecstasy</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-58542684163501993132023-02-02T04:57:00.005-08:002023-02-02T04:57:39.919-08:00Time is all we have and don’t.<p><i>Time is all we have and don’t<br />it is something we can never own.</i></p><p>the little moments that give us joy<br />we keep thinking will always be there<br />but once lost, they are gone<br />never again to be found<br /><br />spend a second more, spend an extra minute<br />appreciating all that you never did<br />spend an hour more, spend an extra day<br />living your wildest dreams in your way</p><p><i>for time is all we have and don’t<br />it keeps slipping away, </i><b>we can never own</b>.</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-2739568989289038832022-11-30T03:51:00.001-08:002022-11-30T03:51:41.009-08:00The Calling!<p><i>where there is zenith<br />there is also the nadir<br /></i><i>where there is sunshine<br /></i><i>there is also the sunset<br /></i><i>where there is happiness<br /></i><i>there is also the sorrow<br /></i>such are the vagaries of life<br /><br />whether it is <br />yin or yang<br />you have to <br />accept it, and<br />face it<br /><br />whether you <br />put on a mask, or<br />deal with it as-is<br />the choice is yours<br /><br /><i>stop not<br />move on<br />yielding <br />unbridled<br /></i>without any restraints<br />for it is only in the journey<br />that the <b>calling</b> will be found</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-9284780586964813602022-11-14T04:35:00.001-08:002022-11-14T04:36:04.964-08:00Move.<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">nothing is more painful<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">than being stuck<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">where you don't belong<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"><br />when you realize this factuality<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">do not be the only obstacle<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">standing in your own way<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"><br /><b>Move.</b></span> </span></p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-412440773242725282022-11-02T05:23:00.006-07:002022-11-12T00:14:52.451-08:00Always.<p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">we often fixate<br /></span></i><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">wanting and desiring<br /></span></i><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">what is not<br /></span></i><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">instead of appreciating<br /></span></i><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">what is<br /></span></i><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">the present is beautiful<br /></span></i><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">perfect the way it should be<br /></span></i><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">the little things<br /></span></i><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">the little moments<br /></span></i><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">they aren't little<br /></span></i><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">they have been<br /></span></i><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS",sans-serif" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">meaningfully birthed<br /></span></i><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">live them fully<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"><br />unseen, yet there<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">lies our destiny bare<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">devoid of any control<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">in an inherent order<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">incredulous as it may seem<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">embrace it effortlessly<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">for what is meant to be<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">will always find its way<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"><br /><b>Always.</b></span></span></p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-23874076084269691052022-10-08T00:14:00.000-07:002022-10-08T00:14:11.166-07:00Nothingness<p>in a state of immanence<br />oscillating between<br />transcendence, and <br />return<br />there are some realizations <br />that you can never own<br />just like the void<br />of nothingness</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-60357026554510648762022-09-24T04:57:00.001-07:002022-09-24T04:57:09.604-07:00Badass<p><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">she needed no warrant for her being<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">she believed in herself<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a meanderer<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a journeyer<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">with an unchained soul<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">she belonged to<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">no man, or<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">land<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />fearless<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">enigmatic<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">unapologetic<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">she embraced her madness, and<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">felt free in her wildness<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">she was a universe<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">of potpourri<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />badass was she</span></p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-38525854528093428692022-09-21T05:38:00.001-07:002022-09-21T05:38:12.852-07:00Unowned<p>not long ago, on a dark night<br />when the winds breathed wild<br />I had a momentary escapade <br />from my onerous life<br /><br />my misty mind wandered <br />in a soft floating train<br />on a timeless journey<br />of the vast domain<br />O! what a vision it held for me<br />it was blissful enchanting reverie<br />the brilliance of the suns<br />the luminous moons<br />the ethereal oceans<br />all had me swooned<br /><br />the secrets of the universe<br />I was determined to find<br />till a deafening roar<br />awoke my conscious mind<br /><br />in an inexorable sweep<br />the trajectory was blown<br />a mirage, it was<br />it could never be<b style="font-style: italic;"> owned</b></p><div><br /></div>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-44625543625639913842022-09-09T05:50:00.000-07:002022-09-09T05:50:01.247-07:00When I go...<p>when it's time, and<br />I fly off<br />into the <br />prismatic yonder<br />do not cry for me here<br />for here is not<br />where I will be<br />I may blend-in<br />with the gaia, aurora <br />or briny sea<br />whatever be <br />my transcension<br />know that<br />I did not die<br />I just winged away<br />with palpable <br />unbridled mirth<br />and, joy </p><div><br /></div>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-84591904726741926592022-07-23T02:47:00.007-07:002022-07-23T02:47:46.805-07:00Time Traveling...<p><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">time traveling<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">from birth to death<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">is an enchanting<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">self-discovery<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">through<br /></span><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">learning<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">unlearning<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">relearning<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">wiring<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">winding<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">unwinding<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">contracting<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">surrendering<br /></span></i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i>and, expanding</i><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">through <br />the </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">ever-changing<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">paradigms<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />a sojourn<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">so profound<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">that the traveler<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">knows no bounds</span></p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-80195322233063615502022-07-22T05:07:00.003-07:002022-07-22T05:07:39.503-07:00Nostalgia<p><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">here I am<br /></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">and, there<br /></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">wondering...<br /></span></i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><i><br /></i>over the moments of yonder<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">intersected in mind<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">that bring back memories<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">some making sense<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">some irrelevant<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">learnings, unlearnt<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">that were relearnt<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">as the journey<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">stumbled through<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">it's twists and turns<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">as new souls connected<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">and, loved ones died<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">emotions crocheted<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">into a beguiled mesh<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">creating a mystical story<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">of a heart and mind<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">that has bled with tears<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">blossomed in love, and<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">basked in the glory of the light<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /><i>here I am<br /></i></span><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">and, there...</span></i></p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-42742985767332702762022-05-26T00:30:00.004-07:002022-05-26T05:54:09.877-07:00Belonging to Eternity<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-IN; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">all our lives<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">we are made to believe<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">that we must live<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">to earn the goodwill<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">during our lifetime on
earth<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">for the heavenly<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">afterlife experience<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">but it is not how it is<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">for there exists no time<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">there is only eternity, and<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">we are one soul changing
forms<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">in the transient extraction<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">of timelessness<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">a combined amalgamation<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">of mass and energy<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">with an ad interim memory<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">moving with the universe<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">along with it's </span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">ever changing paradigms<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif""><br /></span><i><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">we exist in the now, and<br /></span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"">we exist in the then too!</span></i></p><p></p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-48869250574502707122022-05-16T02:58:00.002-07:002022-05-16T02:58:24.750-07:00Ignis Aurum Probat<p>here and there, in reality and dreams<br />lay her life, pristine and threadbare<br />altering with the seasons of time<br />as she moved on time after time after time</p><p>the eloquence of her simplicity<br />stood out amidst the guiled masks<br />masquerading everywhere<br />undeterred she remained<br />as she paved through<br />the complexities, trials and<br />tribulations that inquisitioned <br />her fortitude in her quest<br />she kept combing through the labyrinth<br />through signs known and unknown<br />to seek the eternal truth<br />her endurance absolute<br /><br /><i>Ignis aurum probat<br /></i>refined after being tested in fire<br />her sacred sanctity unscathed<br />she radiated her inner purified light</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-55966806972687382552022-04-12T05:09:00.000-07:002022-04-12T05:09:02.355-07:00That's life<p>birthed in love<br />tenderness raw<br />nourished with care<br />doted affection<br />innocent child<br />carefree adolescent<br />rebellious youth<br />cultivated adult<br />zoned out, and<br />ebbed<br />from the trials <br />unbidden<br />diminishing vigor<br />shrouded in obscurity<br />perilous health<br />flame extinguished</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-17626258863701842102022-03-08T21:43:00.004-08:002022-03-08T21:43:49.818-08:00Remember<p><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Unseen<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Unfelt<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">from time out of mind<br /></span><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; mso-ansi-language: EN-IN;">auld lang syne<br /></span></i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><i><br /></i>a song here<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">a picture there<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">a word spoken<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">a memory in motion<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><br />tugs it out<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">from the wedges<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">incised deeply<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">over the years<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><br />cryptic<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">enigmatic<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">prejudicial<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">mysterial<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";"><br />faded from seasons<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">threadbare sublime<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">detached diffident strains<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Yet. Somehow.<b> It remains.<br /></b></span><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; mso-ansi-language: EN-IN; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><br />Remember?</span></b></p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-82237299266953904012022-01-22T02:28:00.002-08:002022-01-22T02:28:46.921-08:00ENOUGH.<p>years of muted suffering<br />had quelled her integrity, and<br />smothered her peace of mind<br />she dreaded losing out on relations<br />she feared the consequences<br />so she did what she thought <br />was the inevitable<br />and yielded to the circumstances<br />till an awakening call from within<br />in the quietness of the nights<br />questioned her of her being <br />and existing life<br />was this who she wanted to be<br />could she identify with her identity<br />it took her long <br />to come up with the answer <br />it was a decisive NO<br />she mustered every ounce <br />of the courage left within her<br />to stand-up and say <br /><b>ENOUGH.</b> I will tolerate no more.<br /><br /><i>... and, thus she blossomed from within</i></p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304527288662271.post-81018077814010859062022-01-14T22:41:00.000-08:002022-01-14T22:41:09.786-08:00Finding Ground<p>she was tired of the unending trials<br />she could not take it anymore<br />she felt she was done<br />her eyes had no tears left<br />they had run dry<br />she yielded <br /><br /><b>Interlude</b><br /><br />she needed to remind herself<br />that she was there for her<br />she did not have to give up<br />she could do it once more, and<br />all that was needed <br />was to take a deep breath, and<br />then the plunge<br /><br /><b>Interlude</b><br /><br />while she found her wings<br />she also found her ground</p>Aishwarya Damodarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00790432398221295675noreply@blogger.com0