~ Goodbye ~
Perhaps through your hatred I learned the love and through your actions I learned how not to act. May you Rest In Peace knowing you never had the power to break me and you made me stronger and more resilient than most, the shade you threw at me only provided my light to appear brighter and my color to look more vibrant against the hue of your perpetual darkness. Thank you for the special effects.
To my beautiful daughters-
Lessons I hope to pass to them:
• Travel light through life. Keep only what you need.
• It’s okay to cry when you’re hurt. It’s also okay to smash (some) things; but, wash your face, clean your mess & get up off the floor when you’re done. You don’t belong down there.
• If you’re going to cuss, be clever. If you’re going to cuss in public, think again.
• Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.
• 5-second rule. It’s just dirt. There are worse things in a fast food cheeseburger.
• You’re a woman, you don’t NEED a man- but it’s ok to want the right one.
• Happiness is not a permanent state, it takes intentional effort everyday.
• Pain is inevitable, but sufferi...
In an unforgettable childhood,
When the cream of bitterness I had
Where had you been my Mom?
As a growing child,
Of my basic needs're withheld,
When with an empty stomach did loiter
Where had you been my Mom?
As every Mom has a tale to say
Of a pain and ten months'carriage
But no Mom ever reveals
That she put someone to life long suffer.
She is mysterious. Her ways are timeless, her soul ancient. Her eyes flicker with love, her embrace complete with understanding. Timeless and ancient...mysterious.
I don’t need to understand her.
She is always...her.
You have always been my biggest supporter and best friend. You have taught me many things about life and a lot more about the flexibility that is needed to survive it. You have made me cry and upset me beyond what I thought was remotely possible. You have also made me laugh and graced me with your musical talents.
It is with the greatest sorrow that I see you now, so weak and tired. Pained by the tumors that have consumed your body, you now have to fight for your life. I hate that I’m not able to be there for you or fix this with a simple hug and an “I’m sorry”. I want to scream to world for you that is isn’t fair or trade places with you so that you can continue to touch the live...
I cannot bring back all the parts that have been broken from your heart for me, mama.
I cannot write your story again and give you the life you deserve
I cannot open the doors of heaven to rain and purify your thirst for a better life
I cannot plant roses in the whole universe to make you realize that all the flowers of the universe are not in your beauty.
I cannot cry all those frozen seas in your eyes, although I have tried repeatedly and have not been able to.
I cannot close that void of the pain left by my brother's death in your chest.
I cannot save you though I have done it millions of times in my heart
I cannot make you full of happiness instead of sadness
I cannot do all this and...
I still think of you.
I still yearn for you.
I still hold so much respect & love for you in my heart.
Adek rindu sangat dekat mama.
Semoga mama tenang di sana, mama.
In the light
Of her own darkness
And that of the night's
The restless rain
Belittling her strength
As do they
Who sit in judgment
Because she exists
So she alone
Must come to terms
With their poured out torment
Without letting it
Define her. JD
#CrescentMoon #PouredOut #RestlessRain #ChallengesWomenFace
Funny as it may sound, but buying cigarettes can teach you some lessons. No, I'm not talking about cancer or how tobacco can make you go blind. I'm talking about retrospection while talking to the woman who owns the convenience store where you buy your poison from.
I realised it isn't the tobacco I'm addicted to because I still had a few cigarettes left when I last visited the store. It's the conversation I have with her that's my poison.
“I am flying! “, she screamed.
She was free. Therefore she knew that the world would be the perfect playground.
Smart. Beautiful. Independent.
She was everything she always wanted to be.
A woman standing in her own truth.
First time when my heart started beating it was with you...
The moment I felt any pain it was realised by you...
In the matter of stress or test I was comforted and motivated by you...
No matter Anything I do... I can't be like you...
For me you're the first and most lovable treasure....
Whose Love For Me I Can't Measure...
Taking Care Momma
Time has went by and now we've switched roles
Having me at 16 and dealing with life's blows
To me there was no problem you couldn't solve
Through my growing up you were always involved
Now you're getting older i must take care of you
You've always had an independent point of view
There's nothing wrong with me paying you back
This is the story of our lives so sit back and relax
A baby cant help the fact that their dependant
Now the tables have turned dont be offended
This is a time for me to show my appreciation
You fed me and made sure i got an education
I dont remember going to bed with any worries
You taught us to pray and read our bible stories
Anything you need i...
The clock kept ticking, the time kept passing. But nothing changed. She stared at the clock as it did what it was created to do. Showing her that time was passing. Valuable time, that she did not know what to do with. She looked around. The breeze had not grazed the curtains for a month now. The windows were shut like her heart. The darkness of the room did not measure upto the gloom filled in her eyes.
The clock kept ticking, the time kept passing. But something had to change. She took out her phone, saw his pic for one last time, saw their pic for the umpteenth time. She used to smile. She wanted to smile. Fidelity was not his virtue. But who lost? She opened up the camera and gave hersel...
An Ode to Her
May Her voice forever speak
Endless, spill words honey sweet between
Rose Petals, a dessert luxurious
Intellectual, sparks make fireworks
Turn, the air vibrant with color.
May Her graceful body always move
Elegant, hips swaying to a beat
Relishing, gleeful in the musical
Influence, hands reach for me
Touch, a worn paperback soft.
May Her eyes continue to smile
Expressive, sky blues alight
Rife with joy, laughter, yet
Infinite, Iridescent irises
Twinkle, holding a universe.
May Her wonderful person
Eternally, live in a paradise
Running, through ripened orchards
In silvery strands of moonlight, tap my shoulder an...
A cool evening, Sevenish.
A break in Tradition.
My Darling Gorgeous' Mother,
Soon an old familiar forgotten feeling will return. Unbidden, unwanted; once the feverish activity ceases, it will be you, yourself, and the television echoing from the bare walls, the dogs asleep at your feet.
Depression, melancholy, wet tears may well up, even spill from your eyes. It will seem that what you have left, is all you will ever have. It just gets smaller and smaller, each momento chosen over others now lost to the dust bin. Boxes of your last life still unpacked, brown memories looking for their new home...
You doubt yourself, you wonder Where?, Why?, How?, Was it me?, Not again....
At 19 I met you and our relationship was completely different than my parents. It was healthy. At 6 months I started to feel that you weren't the one for me. At 20 you proposed. I said yes. The anxiety followed. The nagging feeling lingered. I kept telling myself "He's a great guy. You're being shallow.". When I was 21 we wed. The anxiety became a haunting monster. At 22 I left. I look back and see a young woman detached from her own voice. I see a woman settling. Today, I see a woman so brave. A woman brave enough to leave comfort in search of what she truly deserves.
Be not weak woman...you are gates of the strength and gates of the soul.
My Dear sister,
I still remember those old days being kids,
On festivals, it was a #KitchenSet always brought for my sister and I got the Gun,
On her birthdays, She used to get that #BridalDoll and Cricket bat for me...
She questioned my Dad always, that Why she couldn't make it to any Convent or #EnglishMedium school.
When she asked to play outside with us or to go to school tours, she was answered #TheyareBoys.
When she asked to join Computer classes, she was forced to join #CookingClasses instead.
She wished to pursue MBA, she found herself in a girls college enrolled into M.Sc (#HomeScience)
Even with a Gold in her PG, when she asked that she wants to do a job, to do...
¡Cuidado! Porque ella es peligrosa...peligrosa para los que no entienden la complejidad de
una mujer, porque defiende lo que más ama, porque desafía las normas de como debe vestir una "dama" , porque ante las injusticias jamás se calla, alza la voz para que el mundo la escuche y sólo la baja para decir al oído en forma de secreto lo mucho que te quiere, peligrosa porque le gusta estudiar, prepararse, porque no le gusta depender de nadie, amante de los viajes y de los libros y eso para algunos es sinónimo de peligro, desde hace varios patanes atrás que desconfía del amor, desde hace varias falsas amistades atrás que desconfía de las personas.
Es valiente, tenaz, orgullosa, caprichosa, ...