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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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

A Prelude to The Story !!

As cool water splashed upon her closed eyes, a deep breath let the day rush through her mind. Watching the rays of time racing past every thought. . .

Suddenly the urge to tell a story ran down  the droplets of water that caressed  her body, which she now desired not to see. Was it age ? Was it loss of insight or just plain routine boredom . Whichever way the arrow pointed, the story lurked around. Buzzing around her ears , eager to be given life.

Trees of sun kissed shadows now took over her lost gaze. Seeing imaginary images of a great desert. Rocks, caves, waterfalls and the big blue sky. All wandered by just two feet, hardly in a hurry. Strolling down empty barren land was  like a feather in a thorn bush as the bliss that solitude offered was unmatched thus far.

An occasional smirk, a redesigned thought and a humble acceptance of the way the sun sets every evening. Inflamed by the hope in her heart..she wondered if the deserted desert would reclaim its solitude and bring back the magic that she once felt...Could the presence of the hovering hawk mean nothing more than company ? And would every shadow be befriended with Love ??

Life..... All of a sudden seemed like too big a word.

The sun had set yet again.

Her past came flashing back in frames. Some summed up while others were hanging loosely, waiting to be ribboned.

Her brow frowned a thought .... 

Which story to tell ?

The clouds had dusted down not one but many shadowed stories split by the dispersion of a prism. A partiality ran through her short curly hair swaying towards every tear that had ever been born. Not a single tear could be forgotten...ever. For the doors to the garden of Forgotten were closed permanently.

Every irking, lingering n memorable carcass searched for its key, to be unlocked...looking under every mornings sun for a passage.

As she sat, head bent into her lap and an occasional brush aside of a wavy lock of hair, she smiled at the queer place that life had dropped her in.

The debacles of human relationships. The knots and crosses. The maliciously good people. The mazes. Could simplicity ever take a stance ?

The cracks in the ground got smaller and deeper. The mystery that lay below these cracks only smoked out puffs of loneliness and yet the game felt fairer than ever.

To a true heart, there would be no lies, there would be no cheating.. Just the bliss of utmost truth.

Perhaps the story of the future was yet to be lived ... And the story of yesterday was meant to be told..

A single finger curled a lock ... She had a story to tell..... For now.. She breathed. . .
As she contemplated on a fact that could never be debated .... 





She.............was the story !

Will !!

The necessity to will a life of positivity is lurking at its highest. 

To be able to turn around.. Give it a brush off your shoulder and translate that into a domino of  goodness is indeed the need of the hour. 

Why plan a death when that is the eventual path, why not plan a life that surprises the day lights out of you. 

Every human being has been gifted this enormous amount of capacity. The capability of feeling emotion. Of being able to love without reason. Of being able to breathe life into a static situation. Of being able to laugh it off. Of being in the moment. 

The past lays it's foundation for the future... But what is any future or past in regard to the moment in hand ? 

As humans, we love contradictions. We soak in complication. We allow for everything to happen to us instead of making it happen. 

We are consumed by the idea of wanting a better tomorrow when today is actually the best. 

Will it.... The grace is bound to follow.