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 May 2018 sarthak vadalkar
mumu
The Rules of Woman
These should be done with all of your heart
And do not forget
Should not
Do the work of men
You are allowed to
Cleaning
Washing
Cooking
Be stuck, not to
Polo, pants and T-shirt,
Nor
Crop tops, shorts, sleeveless
But, wear your pride with
Blouse, dress and skirt
I know it's perfect
It defines you
Be vocal
Shows no respect
Be educated, do not
Cuss, nor swear
You can
Love
Only boy, do
Not just
Try to kiss a girl
And you will be have a happy life
This is the rules of Woman.
P.S. Don't forget to read it backwards. :)

All woman have their right to do what they want. So, you girl reading this, step up and be proud! You have your hand, you have your heart, you have your life so used it and live the way you wanted to be. ❤
a storm rages outside
sky, overcast with clouds
fearful sounds echo through
the mountain crannies
like that of shrieking bats in flight
trees shiver under wind’s might

everything around
presages an impending doom
the least pressure would suffice
to let all the hellfire loose

sitting in my dim lit room
with all the windows shut
unable to drown the emptiness
afloat in irrepressible buoyancy
I glance over the balance sheet
of my life

all sweet memories gone
shaking their mane
like horses galloping away

bitter memories
only bitter memories remain!
Aw Mother's Day, such a beautiful tribute to give so much thanks and show your love to the woman you call Your Mother. We run out and buy her gift, or send her a card, one day out of the year, for the other 364 days we don't even bother.
Ask yourself, do you truly understand what all a mother is and does for her children as they grow. Let me see if I may enlighten you.
From the time of conception, your mother carries you inside of her until it's time for you to be born, her life is no longer her own as she becomes so much more.
Your mother is the one that walks you through life being all you need until your out on your own, even then she's right there beside you because in her eyes your always her baby even when you're grown.
Make this day extra special for her as you will never know unless you become a mother one day.
The love a mother has for her children goes far beyond unconditional love I say.
Tell your mother how much she means to you the other 364 days of the year.
You never know if your going to wake up tomorrow and your © is no longer here.
©kimmied1105
Show your mother you love her every single day because the day may come when she is no longer here   I love and miss my mother every day 365 days of every year
 May 2018 sarthak vadalkar
Meera
The princess who chose
To live in exile
Holding  the hand of her husband
With a beautiful smile

Framed in a guile by Ravan
But she didn't fall in his wicked ways
Despite being held captive
And tortured for nights and days

She refused to go with Hanuman
When he came to rescue her
Insisted that Rama come openly to defeat her captor
In Rama's honor exile did she prefer

On the Ravan's  defeat - to prove her purity
She had to walk through fire
But the flames neither touched her body
And nor her attire

The fire bowed in her honor
But that wasn't enough
For the clouds of gloom  
Were towering above

The world has never been fair to women
Despite of proving her purity
Sita had to leave
It was the height of cruelty

Cause Rama was as weak
In the face of his men
As strong he was
In front of Ravan

Rama- the man
Sita loved enough to die for
Asked her to leave
To the path that led abhor

Just imagine the way Sita would be looking at Rama
With whom she had to part
For he was standing dumb like a statue
When her world was falling apart

Would she have accused or looked down at him
As she asked mother earth to swallow her
She was going back to where she came from
In order to save the last shred of her honor
Sita was raised by King Janaka; she was not his natural daughter but sprang from a furrow when he was ploughing his field. Rama won her as his bride by bending Shiva’s bow, and she accompanied her husband when he went into exile. Though carried away to Lanka by Ravana, she kept herself chaste by concentrating her heart on Rama throughout her long imprisonment. On her return she asserted her purity and also proved it by voluntarily undergoing an ordeal by fire. Rama, however, banished her to the forest in deference to public opinion. There she gave birth to their two children, Kusha and Lava. After they reached maturity and were acknowledged by Rama to be his sons, she called upon her mother, Earth, to swallow her up.

Sita is worshipped as the incarnation of Lakshmi, the consort of Vishnu. Though often regarded as the embodiment of wifely devotion and self-sacrifice, she is critical of Rama at times, even in the earliest version of the Ramayana, and in some of the later versions of the story she departs from the idealized, chaste image of the earlier text.
can i

i have regrets
since we met
trusting you
should be easy to do
i should not be wondering how to
trusting you
would make my love strong
making us belong
making it last long
trusting you
would stop the mistakes
would stop the heart aches
the heart break
trusting you
would stop us from tearing us apart
would stop my plans to depart
i pray to start
trusting you
would stop my fears
through the coming up years
would stop all the for sure tears
trusting you
give me reason to
then the real love could start
please be smart
!!


I wish I were the Moon
Bequeathing an enchanting night
A mystical celestial sphere
Bewitching lover’s hearts


A practical magic spell
C a s t
In a lonely hollow shell
      An ardent musical echo ―
Released in an irrepressible
Impassioned moan
A twilight sigh
escaping in untamed
Blissful breath


A Sky without Moonbeams
Is like a world without song
It takes a certain darkness
To heed a Sky full of Stars alone


I wish I were Moonstruck
A fate I crave to behold
Waxing and Waning
Rising ― Changing
A distant ocean’s ebbing tide


A captivating enchantment
In the twilight beauty
Of your eyes
Dreaming of drowning
Deep within
Their deepest water’s Wild


I don't want to wake up
    and become ―
More fading
Barefoot traces left behind
On some faded memory's
Deserted shore


Right now is all
There ever is ―
and
I wish I were
The Moon tonight



Jesse Stillwater ... May  2018
The moon peeking through the trees to the east of the window as I lay awake last night at 3 am ... it was simply mesmerizing ― kidnapping illusive sleep, making a daydream out of a wistful night dream
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