She loves that loving feeling!

She loves that loving feeling

Washing over her, like a warm wave
drowning her heart in its wake
lasting but a few moments in time
or moments that last a lifetime?

Oh those moments of sunshine and bliss
when he offers his cheek for a sweet kiss
or wraps his arms around her, crying mummy
or falls asleep on her shoulder, tenderly

'tis love that she is feeling, and
oh! she loves that loving feeling!

~Anamika

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Wildflower wall

She stops her walk down the cobbled path
And decides to rest on a low broken down wall
Listening to the silence as a hot sun warms her back
Melting away the dew drops on the cold stone path

Dangling her bare feet above the patch of grass, growing tall
She idly plucks wildflowers sprouting out of the wall
Nearby a pale yellow butterfly meekly flutters its wings
And a warm breeze starts making music high up in the trees

Slowly she breathes in the heat, letting go of a deep sigh
Contemplating the quiet land spreading as far as her sight
Finally she starts walking back home again, in the hot sun
Entering her small unassuming abode with a tiny garden

At home, she listens to the trees outside, to the sighing leaves
As she quietly hums and puts the wildflowers in a water glass
Throughout the day, the glass sits on her kitchen table
Reminding her of those warm moments… on the wildflower wall

~Anamika

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Wings of joy

It starts as a small flutter in a dark corner
A delicate whisper across skies of copper
Slowly emerging from its small hideout
Disturbing the cloak of silence thats worn out

Afraid at first, unsure and uncertain
Looking around with apprehension
Then slowly it starts spreading its wings
Spreading a glorious warm feeling

The feeling unfolds in a burst of colour and joy
Fluttering like a magnificent butterfly
Suffusing everything with colour and warmth
The wings of joy unfolding in her heart

~Anamika


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Words

So many emotions churning inside her heart
So much to say, yet she says nothing at all

Words are not deep enough to give them shape
The moment she tries to use words to explain
The feeling evaporates, leaving behind
Banal scribbles blackening a page

Her heart remains unreachable as ever
Like a princess banished to a tower
Words, used to express what she needs
But never enough to express what she feels

So many emotions churning inside her heart
So much to say, yet she says nothing at all


~Anamika


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The Scream

Something heavy in her heart, pulling her down
It is beating against the walls to get out...
It hurts… But she clenches her teeth and puts on a face

Slowly the screaming dies down inside
But its still there lurking in a dark corner
Waiting….waiting for the barrier to break

It seeks a weak moment to break out
Fall in her tears… and fly out in her screams
But she holds on… clenching her teeth… till eternity

~Anamika


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Woman

A diamond adorns her finger
Ruby tear drops cling to her ears
She glitters and shines….
The image of something divine

With skin as smooth as porcelain
Dimpled cheeks and a flowing mane
Her smile is like a ray of light
Filling your heart with hope and delight

But her eyes…Chocolate brown eyes
Bounding dark turbulent seas inside
Hiding a broken heart and lost dreams
From deep within her, unheard, a soul screams....

~Anamika

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Woman power, way to go!

Was just watching the bollywood smash hit “Chak de”. The movie revolves around story of a scraggly bunch of state level women hockey players, that get coached (bulldozed more like it) into becoming a world class national team.

One has to say, the scene where the Indian women’s hockey team get together and beat up a group of eve teasers is just too good. I am all for non violence, but the problem of eve teasing is a constant irritant in the streets of India. As a woman I had to personally learn martial arts to feel safe on the roads. Its another matter that I liked martial arts. But lets save that topic for another blog. I seem to have digressed a little.

The sight of a couple of feminine (and not so feminine) looking women hockey playesr bashing up eve teasers was very gladdening. It warmed the cockles of my heart. Go woman power. Wish I could see more of that off screen in real life.

Three cheers!

:)

Indian Soap writers- worth their weight in gold!

The k serials produced by Ekta Kapoor and other such soaps are a great guide for todays urban women, on managing their in-laws.

Was just chatting with a friend today. And she said something that I have come to realize in the last couple of years. The writers of ekta kapoor serials may all be writing about the same old topic. The mother in law- daughter in law relationship. But the situations they write into their serials the manipulations scheming in-laws do on TV are not that far from today’s indian reality. Many a times not just me, but many of my friends have felt this. That we should follow these serials like a bible and learn from them. On how to manage your in-laws and give your marriage a fighting chance.

Our generation has learnt how to manage our careers in schools and colleges. but in this race to be equal to the men, in a male dominated society, we lost out on the art of managing your in-laws. There are tips and tricks and even whole dialogs in these serials that one an use to save themselves, whenever sticky situations arise with the in-laws.

Indian women of today, don’t take this lightly. Watching TV soaps like “kuynki saas bhi ..”, “Mayka, Saath zindagi bhar ka” and “Teen bahuraniyan” might just save your married life!

It was my duty to say this. Those who do not take this seriously, I feel sorry for you, and good luck for the rough ride ahead with your in-laws.

Jumpy baby? Mom must be on nicotine

Whatever mom does, the baby does too. So if mommy smokes, the baby does too. No no no! Stop! Before you start getting images of little sweet innocent babies with the cigarette hanging out of their mouth…heaven forbid!

A latest study conducted shows that babies of mothers who smoked, sleep less. The nicotine inhaled by the mother gets transferred to the baby via mother’s milk. Most mothers quit smoking while they are pregnant. And if you hadn’t. I am sure the doctors would have been on your case forever! But smoking is not contra-indiacted after delivery (during breats feeding). And that is the root of this whole jing bang and babies not napping long enough.

This whole thing is a vicious circle if you ask me. For mothers used to the nicotine rush…If they smoke, the babies won’t sleep long enough and will get up more often, giving the poor mothers more reason to smoke and relax when they DO sleep. The more they smoke, the more the babies wont sleep… you see where this is going?

hmmm…. I tell you motherhood can test the patience of a saint! The only solution I see is that the superwoman will that mothers showed during pregnancy will have to be continued a little longer during breastfeeding.
:)

The soothing power of the trivial

Sept 7 2007
Had been literally loosing it lately. Till now the best way I had tackled emotional pain was to ignore it and it would die down in a while. But when it got too much decided to go the other way for once and examine my pain, and let it take over me.

Bad bad bad decision. I had been right the first time. When I let the emotional stuff take over, it nearly smothered me. I had been right in being cautious of the intensity of my emotions. Like a true Scorpio, the intensity of my emotions if allowed to run wild can be fatal.

As a result, I was writing really dark poems and plunged to the depths of misery. Then like a jolt of lightening, a comment on one of my poems on this blog woke me up (thanks Marquita and Nova). I turned around to see that by wallowing in my misery I was wasting my life and of those around me.

So its back to keeping busy with the trivial. The cause of my misery is still too big for me to lock up and forget. But ignore it I can, and ignore it I will. Till maybe a few years on I have the strength to face it again.

Till then, thank the lord that we live in the busy world of today. The speed of today’s world barely lets one catch their breath. And that is exactly what someone like me needs. The rush and the bustle of the trivial.

So here’s to loosing your life in the trivialities of everyday. The soothing and numbing trivialities.

Remembering our love story

Remembering our love story…
You added a warmth to the sunshine,
The sky seemed bluer, just because you were mine,
And when ever we would kiss,
Ah! no angel’s prayer could summon such bliss.

Remembering our love story…
Words that were left unsaid,
Tears that were never shed,
laughter that would never be heard again,
love that would never be felt again.

Remembering our love story…
I thank you my love, from the bottom of my heart,
For showing me the heaven and the stars,
I lived in every moment of our love and pain,
Someday I hope to live again…

-Anamika

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The lonely path

She walks down the lonely path,
No one to wipe the tears in her heart,
No one to walk along with her,
And soothe the fears that plague her…

She looks at life through her broken heart,
Making everything grey and dark,
Alone, with her life changed forever,
Starting life anew on nothing, but a prayer….

Life is never ending, and so she walks on,
Hoping for a better tomorrow, she walks into the dawn.
Someday, maybe this path will not be lonely for her again,
But she’ll never forget this lonely walk and this pain.

-Anamika

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Broken Dreams

Broken dreams…a broken heart…my life torn apart…
Strewn around me are my life’s broken shards

Everyday you tear yourself farther from me
I am afraid what the future holds for me
Just too scared to move on
Not sure to let you go or hold on

The light at the end of the tunnel is too far,
I may not survive long enough to reach that far,
Don’t know which way to go, each seems equally wrong
Not sure to let you go or hold on

Angry at the unfairness of it all
Hurt and confused on this side of the wall
That you raised between us
Not sure to let you go or hold on

Broken dreams…a broken heart…my life torn apart…
Strewn around me are my life’s broken shards

-Anamika

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The child bride

Balika Badhu (in hindi) is an all time classic movie about a child bride. The movie revolves around a young school going boy, who is married to a sweet young girl, as per the traditions of pre-independence india.

Leave the merits and controversy around child marriages in India aside. The movie in itself is a beautiful and innocent tale of two young people. The boy and the girl have never really seen each other before they get married. Both of them have no idea what this arranged matrimony entails.

And thus starts the journey of two young kids, who become good friends. The sweet innocence of their age and their innocent love and freindship for each other. the beauty and delicacy with which their budding adoration for each other is shown, held in check by the seniors of the joint faily in which they live. A poignantly sweet image of the times, when love and marriage in India was so different from today's live-ins, pre/extra marital relations.

Sigh! Wish we could combine the luxuries and advantages of today's lifestyle with the sweetness and poignancy in the relationships of those times. But that would not be possible I think. Sweet innocence and todays fast paced life. The latter will destroy the former.

That being the case, I think I will once again immerse myself in those sweet moments, for 3 hours... Will go watch the movie again!

My rain song

Sun was shining hot and bright
Scorching the earth with all its might
Then came the gaggle of dark clouds
And with rain drops it’s laden down

Pitter patter, pitter patter I hear
Quenching the dry dusty earth
And I walked out in the rain
My soul awakens in the rain

As the rain falls from the sky
I walk out on the dusty path
The tiny droplets falling on my face
Washing away fatigue’s last trace

Everything will soon turn green
New leaves will be sprouting from the trees
Life fights back to the surface
And I start afresh……..

~Anamika

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Woman smarter :)

Let us put man and woman together
And see which one is smarter
Some say men but I say no
The women got the men like a puppet show

Ain't me, it's the people they say
The men are leading the women astray
But I say, it's the women today
Are smarter than the men in every way

That's right! The women are smarter
That's right! The women are smarter
A little boy sat down and cried
An old man passing asked him why
He said I can't do what the big boys do
Old man sat down and he cried, too

Ain't me, it's the people that say
The men are leading the women astray
But I say, it's the women todayAre smarter than the man in every way
That's right, the women are smarter
That's right, the women are smarter

It ain't me, it's the people that say
The men are leading the women astray
But I say, it's the women todayAre smarter than the men in every way
That's right, the women are smarter
That's right, the women are smarter
That's right, the women are smarter
Smarter than the men in every way
That's right, the women are smarter
That's right, the women are smarter
That's right, the women are smarter
Smarter than the men in every way
That's right it's the people that say the men are leading the women astray
But I Say, it's the women today, are smarter than the men in every way
That's right they're smarter

~Robert Palmer