Day such as this.

There be days such as these..

When even the soul misses an introspection.

Divided between wet lands and dry

grieving painfully with only a sigh.


There be days such as these..

When dawn lashes its wonderful self upon the earth.

Every bead that rolls off ..

a story gone in a flash..

Left with a smile;

More so resigned.

This Time !!


AG
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I am an expression.

Every now and then, there comes a time when thought, most urgently, needs to meet expression.
Those times come too soon and lingers around as a flash for too long.

Often the only way to flirt with a little relief is to climb the  'express' wagon. Wear it on the sleeve and out loud. Thus making a generalization that ''I'' am an expression! I am an expression.

Foolish enough to want to be unique, and yet
wise enough to know "I'' am not alone.

One World , One Planet.

Be Kind

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All Aboard '

Everyone's asleep. The trees, the birds even the water is lying still waiting for the first rays of the sun to kiss it awake. 

Crickets, roaches and sleepless truckers influence the night's silence enveloping curiosity in a listening soul. 

Is there anybody out there ? 

The wind feels suspended. 

Everything seems like in wait. Waiting with abated breath, waiting in anticipation of Tomorrow's dam bursting open into a new day full of newness, expectation and fullness. 

Perhaps this is how every night feels. Retired, quiet and undisturbed. But the truth is that the night probably consumes itself and everything within it as it swallows each day after day thus living and dying almost at the same time. 

And yet everyone's asleep. The trees, the birds and even me. 

D. E. A. D

A river runs down, wetting the soil.

Nurturing, fertile and fresh dirt.




Human occupancy of a soul marks erosion.

Erosion of heart, thought and content.




A dead blog is as alive as a thoughtless mind.




And yet... The nails of need cling on.




Empathising with nothing yet discovering everything.







AG

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(In the darkness of light ....this soul still searches)

Motherhood - it completes me !!!

To know that birthing a child doesn't stop with the birth, is usually the after effects of delivery!
Whatever said and done, the world is in utter distress. Direction-less, angry and spiteful. There is this need of the hour to propagate goodness, love and peace. A need that rises with every drop of blood lost to a cause that denotes the rule of power, prejudice and poverty.

We give birth to human-beings not with the intention of making them good human-beings but with the single thought of making a 'family'. An heir to tell a tale..an off spring to ride into the future of our own histories. Yet, we are part of and are surrounded by this cosmic movement leading towards the satisfaction of the soul's body. Sex !!
A constant whirlpool, a perennial need and society's  biggest statement ! The liaisons between men and women shoulder this mutual  give and take of the petals of lust with shrubs of a larger picture...pro creation !

Everything in this life is patterned. And everything moves towards this one central point of existence ! The vicious circle of human    lineage !!

How important is thought ? How important is practice ? How important is the need to be at peace at all times ? And how important is the Self ?

Is it enough to be one of the most highly populated countries and yet practice no sort of vision ? Live a life merely because there's obvious evidence of others having lived it that way ? Or can we strut into a world of elevated thought and rid ourselves of the obvious !

No doubt, times have changed. Relationships have got newer definitions and  Social practices and acceptances have altered their limitations. While the old  allow for little newness, there is newness nevertheless.

Yet, as we walk into the countless futuristic tomorrows made by our very own inventions .. Still  we stare directly into the eyes of theft, rape, hurt and sorrow. We are addressing poverty, women's rights, child labour, fiscal policies, governments, global warming, violence and more.

With all this ----- delivering a child is what is being preached as the achievement of a woman's purpose on earth ! Motherhood - the complete journey of a woman !!

That we as a human clan are responsible for the lives we bring in, is often omitted. That we should shape a child's brain into a good soul. That we comprehend a fact that we are in dire need for being, bringing up and leaving behind Good Human Beings is of far greater importance than anything else.

If a man or woman nurtures goodness in another- that, in my opinion, is the completion of true purpose !

Birthing a child seems easier ! ! !

Aparna Gopinath
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PROUD DISCLAIMER !!!

This is the only blog that I indulge in. 

I write nowhere else but here.

TotallyPixied and ONLY TotallyPixied belongs to me!!

Aparna Gopinath.

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A willing partiality - A swain - A friend paramour !

      Those of us who sit in treasured solitude,
With a smile on our faces,
Reckoning the sole purpose of that smile,
Are often considered fools, saints or retards!

That there is a certain remainder of utter gratification,
that only the involved comprehend;
Makes the riding wave even more musical to surf!

Secrets don't want to robe themselves in luscious white gowns. Strolling through the woods, telling the world that they have literally stumbled upon a being that graciously yet shockingly conceives every breath, every glance, every blush and every open door.

Out of the caves of fascination, trickle out the goblins of thoughts, riding their ponies into every new spring, splashing their ears and soles with sparkling endearment. Smiling, grinning and content. 

That a secret could circumscribe swainishness is a new book altogether. 

That compassion might be lust's new blanket...is a thought setting itself to be in motion