A voyage of my life,
In a verse of emotions scripted by,
A girl with million questions,
A woman with myriad dreams,
A mother with tonnes of love,
And the wisdom of a seasoned soul.
I close my eyes and smile,
As my pen takes me to all these stages,
Blanketed on this single intense emotion,
Which painted my life in a variety of hues.
Here started my simple journey,
The end of which is still unknown.
Come with me, my dear mates,
When I traverse through these gates…
Stage: Teenage
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Dark elbows and dark lips,
That was I, to the many racists out there.
The beautiful heart under the dusky skin,
Fought with my desires and feelings.
Many a time, I wept,
Blaming my destiny and slept...
But my childhood was plattered in a hueful canvas,
Filled with butterflies and Gulmohars.
I dreamt to be amongst the myriad stars,
And to delve into the enchanting universe.
But my teenage fooled me,
And illusioned me with unreal hopes.
I ran behind a glittering mirage,
That one emotion of teenage frenzy.
I let myself hurt and crushed,
Under the heavy thrust of infatuation.
I never wanted to get up,
But my inner-self never gave up.
Years passed by and I rose again,
Like a Phoenix, to face my youth,
And the challenges out there.
And on one day, I met him...
Stage: The Woman
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He lifted me up from all the dark pits,
He comforted me in my tearless sorrow,
He accompanied me even in my breath,
And,
He moulded the woman in me...
We met, fell in love,
And there, our life began.
His promises were strong and clear,
Just like the man himself.
And on one day,
We became Man and wife.
We sailed together,
In a journey of matured love,
Handling the many hiccups,
Caused by the spiteful lot.
And sometimes, the woman in me was jealous,
Of the 'male-privilege' showered on him.
My own inferior mind,
Made me dance to its chaotic tunes...
But our sail was never off course,
And later we embarked on our next journey.
Another childhood bloomed in front of our eyes,
And there began my motherhood...
Stage: The Motherhood
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And there she lay,
Our much-awaited creation,
As pink as a blooming rose,
And as soft as a bird's feather.
My child...
My beautiful daughter...
I touched her fragile fingers,
And her bouncing soft cheeks,
My child...
My beautiful daughter...
Tears rolled down as I laughed,
Watching her first rollover.
Each milestone of hers sent me into ecstasy,
And made me see a happy world.
I cried as she cried,
I laughed as she laughed,
I felt jealous when she hugged others,
And felt proud of her accomplishments.
She grew up so fast,
And I too aged at the same pace.
I scolded her for her teenage blues,
And shouted at her when she proved me wrong.
I never realized even for once,
That I am fighting with the generation gap.
I never acknowledged her maturity,
Nor praised her intelligence.
The egoist in me made me rigid,
And always evaded reality.
My ego made me a bitter mother,
And later, a grumpy grandmother.
I fell ill with old age,
And longed for her love.
Once again tears rolled down,
Thinking about her and my own stupidity.
I felt the same soft hands touching me,
And heard the soothing words of love.
Later, she wiped my tears for me,
And made me smile once again.
I then realized,
She was not "Frankenstein's Monster",
But my very own,
Sweet creation of love!
Continuum
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The journey of life thus continued,
While I fought relentlessly with myself,
Over the taunts of patriarchs,
And ignoring the blessings which I have.
Hormones...I blamed everything on them,
For every undesirable event in my life.
Throughout my journey, one voice shouted at me,
My inner self, which had long surrendered to my ego.
I was vulnerable, I admit
And people said, "After all you're a woman".
And this again pushed me into the endless well,
Of ego, jealousy, and prejudice.
Thus, my story continues,
Like that of the many million humans in this world...
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All rights reserved, Sarika Harikumar ,September 10,2019
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