HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY.
You aren’t a person or a relation.
You are an Emotion.
A prayer in elation and depression.
Even the healing and strengthening Mantra chants fade.
When one utters the word “Maa”.
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HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY.
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The hind head fallen over the back,
The pleading eyes, stared.
The outstretched angular arms,
Called to the wide, hide sky.
Before the towering almighty.
For years, every hour each day.
The lips recited praise-filled hymns,
Begging and trading, filled the prayers.
But the deity stood still and unmoved.
Now the hopes began to shatter.
As the beliefs began to shudder.
Came a sermonic voice from outside.
“Gods listens to all. It’s just a matter of time.”
Hopeful, she resumed counting the rosary beads,
Reciting God’s name time and again.
Unheard yet. Came again an advice.
“May be this isn’t enough? Circle around him on knees,
Not on foot but on the knees!”
The penance, yet ineffective.
The God stood deft and unmoved.
The grey strands now fall over the tired eyes,
The unheard prayers have flipped the pages of time.
Hopeless, broken, slumped in doubt.
Now came a voice from inside.
“Is your path to seeking him, right?”
Awakened!
She yet again, stared at the wide, high sky.
Not to trade, praise or beg.
But to announce,
“She shall seek the God inside.”
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DARKNESS
DARKNESS.
I am dark.
But I don’t defy light.
I am omnipresent.
But I don’t belittle the finite.
I am dreaded.
But generating fear is not my type.
I am mystic.
But I am not disguised.
I am absolute.
And not an outcome of tries.
I am Darkness and not light!
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A note to younger self
A note to younger self.
If not now, then when?
I have watched you grow.
I have felt your woes.
I have seen your cries,
And also the dimples on the side.
The challenges you posed,
Also, the ones you didn’t show.
I have witnessed your struggles with shortcomings,
Hidden under the pretense of know-it-all.
The never ending battles of Me vs. World.
Some you won and some you lost.
I have seen your body bloom,
Also, the inner child, who resisted growth.
I have seen your confusions, constant hops,
From left to right and right to wrong.
All in all, I write to the inner child.
A note, to tell.
I have felt and watched you always.
Hence, never feel ignored.
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Crevices Of Hopelessness
Crevices Of Hopelessness..
The moon stayed.
Stayed for long. Really long.
The tiring wait,
Blurred the vision,
Shrunk the heart.
The weakened winks,
Now breathless, lost hope.
Hope to see the light.
Watch the sunrise.
The moon lingers for a bit more,
But finally the sun arrives.
The sunrays knock at the windows of eyes.
But Alas! The eyelids stay shut.
Not responding to the awaited light.
Why? What happened to the hope filled eyes?
Did the long slumber of wait, push the quest,
Into the deep crevices, away from light?
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THE SURGE OF INK.
THE SURGE OF INK.
Drowned. Chocked and Constrained.
The pent-up emotions, slid open the barrage.
Splashing over the sheet,
The Ink let go of the surcharge.
With the swell of love,
And sometimes of hate.
The Ink danced
And sometimes raged.
As if in a dreamy trance,
The Ink wandered like a stream.
And sometimes streamlined,
In an alert phase.
At the bay, a stray Thought barked.
Barring its tide, breaking its flow.
To the rescue, the Heart swelled and yelled.
And the Ink found its might, to resume the flow.
At a meander, it flowed over pebbles of memories.
Gurgling with glee, bubbling with delight.
And sometime lapping the air,
After a loud cry.
Over the white surface,
The Ink ran and wandered unrestrained.
Leaving behind versus and sermons on the overlay.
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GIRL IN A MILLION Book Review by Monica Gupta
GIRL IN A MILLION Book Review
ANITHA PADANATTIL’S GIRL IN A MILLION: A TALE OF BONDING AND REDEMPTION.
“Never judge a book by its cover”, said someone. “A thing of beauty is joy forever” said another. Agreeing with the former and justifying the latter, the vibrant book cover of Girl in a million immediately captivates the attention and the pages hold you. Told in the 90s at the beautiful town of Oothukudi, the story moves back and forth between the past and present. Sagharika also known as Dr.S, the protagonist, along with other minor characters, Marge, Shruthi and Ratna are crafted well from their adolescent age knows as Core Z to their adulthood, covering details of their schooldays, to facing horrifying events, to moving away in different direction as they pursue their individual goals. The plot pivots around these girls. How they connect? The secrets they share. How they come to terms with the ill-fated past? What binds them? How their personalities lead them to their individual fate? And most importantly, how these girls leap the time and space distance to stay bonded?
The rich vocabulary with complex phrases makes it a slow paced read, a bit difficult for beginners. The book is outstanding in vividness. The minutest description of the places, food, and culture of the states the girls move to speaks of Anitha’s extensive research and outstanding descriptive skills.
“My disability…….despite everything life throws at us, the essence of true happiness lies within us.” (Excerpt from the book). Such sprinkle of wisdom here and there add to the depth to the story, offering the reader philosophy to ponder upon.
Anitha Padanattil has a true winner on her hands with “Girl in a Million”. The powerful protagonist, Koteeshwari (Sagharika) is sure to inspire, and the main story is emotional without being preachy. A poignant inspirational story of one girl’s journey to redemption.
This is a book everyone will enjoy!
Review By -Author Monica Gupta.
Book: GIRL IN A MILLION
Author: ANITHA PADANATTIL
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Publishers : Room9 publications (Room9 Publications by ArtoonsInn ArtoonsInn)
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Book Review of Sublimina by Monica Gupta
Poetry is my go to waters. For relaxation. To dive into solace. Unlike the fast paced prose reading, while reading poems, I hold on to the emotion, ponder over the theme and ruminate over the essence.
“Sublimina”, a poetry anthology by Digant M Trivedi was a perfect pick to unwind. The term “Sublimina” is coined by the poet, personifying Sublime. The 127 poems contain various themes of love, life, beauty, death, happiness, punishment and many more. Hence, the variety of poems cater and comply with the varied moods of the reader.
An excerpt from one of my favorite poem, Death of Socrates.
“…..My quest is mine alone.
As time and people have shown.
The only cure for me,
Is to drink and be free……”
Besides the unusual choice of subject, the poems are outstanding in usage of profound words. The impact is immediate. The rhyming scheme, and the use of meters makes them an ideal for recitation. The tales are laced into the poetic fabric beautifully. You may just not want to read them but recite them too. They will delight the ears.
Another interesting poem, “The Horseman” poignantly gives away the message metaphorically, that however far the horseman may ride into the deep woods, his sins shall outrun him. Conveying the sublime message, to resolve issues and not escape them.
I can mention many more as my favorite. The book is filled with such great poems.
For all the bibliophiles and for all in the making, this book is a must read.
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Before a mirror
Before a mirror
VANITY – Here you are. Looking like a queen!
MIND – Stunning! And what about the feel like a queen?
EGO – Allow the Romantic prospects to serve you
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The pen is my voice
The pen is my voice.
The wish of my heart.
The noise of my mind.
The whispers of my soul.
The talk of my eyes.