A Dreamer's Destination

Picture credits - Google Images All the colours that I'd  ever see, flashed across her face as she spoke about her childhood A childhood that showed her what it meant to be happy and helped  her  find invisible hands, that held  her while she walked. She placed her fingers  against her  stomach, as though to feel those momentary butterflies. And her teenage, blushed. A teenage, that saw  recklessness, curiosity, illusions, vibrant clothes, giggles, gossips and  handsome boys. She smiles instantly and looks into my eyes with rays of experience, as she tells me about her adulthood. An adulthood, that found her soul mate, made her a  master chef, and taught her the A to Z of multitasking. She suddenly shifted her gaze  towards the window and said“you must know that I once, kissed the rain, meddled with wet earth identified flowers, cycled  across the roads and the entire world has been my hang out spot! After 70 y

                                    EY ES                                                                   Picture  Credits: Google Images Those that, shimmer with pride, laugh in agony, doubt with confidence, wander in boredom, shoot questions, hide in fear, lie casually, shower peace, smear love, smirk in sarcasm, dive into the ocean of thoughts, radiate power, narrate  stories, read your minds, reflect, help you find yourself, and there are also some that look beyond. I've  seen them all but I still look for more, because to see the world, through a million different pairs, give me a million different dimensions of this world, that I see.                                                                                        (c) Vasanthi

I AM THE SON OF THE SUN - RADHEYA My Birth, a childhood mistake, of my innocent mother. An untimely experimentation, Of a well deserved boon. Curse not the sage who granted, Curse not my ashamed mother, Curse not my helpless father, Curse not anyone, it was my destiny, and I had to play ! My life, tactfully coloured, with haunting childhood dreams. with unconditional love from my unfortunate foster parents. With passion for a skill of the kshatriya clan to which I knew not I belonged. With the purest form of loyalty to those who stood by me. with mistakes, unforgivable. With my generosity and courage, well  acclaimed. with battles against my foes who unexpectedly turned to be my brothers. With consistent curiosity and rage to tear up the curtain of illusion and peep into the intentionally buried reality !   My death , On a battle ground. Unlike any other warrior, the result of an unintended lie to my beloved gu

                           I AM     A WOMAN                            ILLUSTRATION : PADMAPRIYA MURALI                                         My eyes can venture into  the deepest secrets of your soul. Those eyebrows that lay on my forehead can question the unanswerable. Look at me a little carefully, and you’ll find  a gentle smile behind those lips of mine that are tightly sealed in fury. Those bangles in my hand    jingle very often to tell you that my gestures speak as much as my eyes . I am powerful, poignant, intense and passionate. You can call me shakti, You can call me kali, You can call me panchali, or name a million more gods and  goddesses, and you'll see all of them in me, because I am a WOMAN !                                         - (c) Vasanthi

I have a child in me who fears isolation. I have a villain in me who is a prejudiced idiot. I have a lass in me who wishes to look beautiful  always . I have a genius in me who yearns to achieve . I have a dreamer in me who wishes to unleash reality. I have a joker in me who adds humour to every cell . I have a fool in me who complicates simple things. I have a saint in me who controls the rest of them. I have a god in me , who loves to touch lives . All of them share the same space presenting themselves in a myriad of forms. Yet,I am no perfectionist, I commit mistakes. But, I am myself and enjoy being that way. You too are a multi- coloured soul, Celebrate your uniqueness, Celebrate yourself!                              - (c) Vasanthi