sunset

the day

ending with a sigh

blushing sky

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March 29

serenading

the spirit of silence

gathering dusk

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March 28

dry fragrance

of yesterday's love

seeing through you

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March 27

silent church

heaven listening to

pigeon prayers

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March 26

cracked walls

broken dreams

still home to you

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March 25

listening to

music of the blossoms

spring sunshine

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March 24

soft radiance

diffused colours

life as it is

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March 23

shadows and light

memories of another life

a tug-of-war

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March 22

misty morning

lavender drops

dew or buds?

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Riding Home

Evening sunset

Fire on water

An orange glow

Sky on fire

Waves blending

Into the shore

Shadows merging

Into each other

Man and animal

Moving as one

Destinies touching

Tied together

On a journey

To find a dream

Riding home

Into the sun

Hearing the call

Of the heart…

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March 21

bright light

nowhere to hide

my fears

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March 20

a violet shadow

in solitary splendour

spring on the way

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March 19

summer afternoon

swaying in a dream

lavender memories

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March 18

blushing

under his gaze

spring love

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March 17

resting

on a dandelion

floating stars

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Just the rain

Raindrops weeping down the windshield

Colours bleeding into each other..

Buildings dripping on to the pavements

People melting into the sidewalks..

A surreal world.. on the borderline

Of distorted reality and shadowy illusion

A kaleidoscope of changing patterns

Flowing with water…life moving on…

Blurred images merging together

Forming new shapes – unidentifiable..

Fears crawling out from hiding places

In the evening gloom- an impending storm?

Leaden sky with a heavy heart

A steady downpour of pent up emotions

Tears falling, unable to stop..

I thought it was just the rain….

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March 16

purple dusk

fragrance stolen

by the roses

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Flute

searing pain

in the heart

making music

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March 15

moonlit sky

cradled in bare branches..

hushed silence

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March 14

flame

in the heart..

bud opening

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rainbow

searching for

my rainbow in the sky...

all alone...

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March 13

yellow roses

dreaming together...

you and me...

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March 12

spring blooms

hearts opening up

a family..

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March 11

brooding leaves -

turning my back

on yesterday...

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fishing net

a fisherman's net

flung on a twilight sky -

life in silhouette....

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March 10

summer sunshine

scent of roses..

memories unleashed... 

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March 9

joined together -

the thread of destiny

running through

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autumn leaves

glorious in death

fallen autumn leaves -

life walking by....

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Red Rose

surrounded by thorns
unafraid to bloom -
a rose bleeding...

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March 8

a gentle sigh -

drifting away on the wings

of a dream..

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a jet stream

a jet stream

waking the clouds

trees watching....

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New Year

waiting in the wings

of Christmas glitter -

a reluctant New Year

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lonely journey

 

sailing boat

in search of the horizon -

lonely journey 

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March 7

silent shadow -

light breaking through

a ripple of memory..

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Celebrating Myself

On March 8 every year, my friends wish me a ‘Happy Women’s Day’, and I thank them.Then I wonder what was there to be happy about? Happy in having a day in a year to celebrate as a woman? Or happy to be a woman? What did it mean to me – being a woman?

WHAT BEING A WOMAN MEANS TO ME

Being a woman means appearing soft and feminine, but being strong inside.
Being a woman means trying to fly and touch the sky, even when my wings are clipped.
Being a woman means loving sunshine and stars, along with rains and rainbows.
Being a woman means being sentimental and emotional at times, without being practical.
Being a woman means smiling when I am hurt and crying when I am happy.
Being a woman means taking joy in dressing up, even if no one appreciates it.
Being a woman means slaving over a hot stove knowing my family prefers hotel food.
Being a woman means keeping my insecurities to myself because no one is interested in them.
Being a woman means holding on, even without hope and often without support.
Being a woman means being considered weak when I cry, and unfeeling when I don’t.
Being a woman means knowing how and when to let go – of feelings, emotions, things and people.
Being a woman means caring for the happiness of my loved ones, more than my own.
Being a woman means accepting the faults of others and still loving them.
Being a woman means knowing that each person I love is different and still letting them be.
Being a woman means having to ask for sex when I need it and to be ready when my partner needs it.
Being a woman means knowing that only my anger will be seen and not the hurt and fear behind it.
Being a woman means valuing people and relationships, more than material things.
Being a woman means finding the strength to come to terms with things beyond my control.
Being a woman means learning to be content with what I have instead of wishing for what I don’t.
Being a woman means finding happiness in the little things of life, often overlooked by others.
Being a woman means learning to look beyond words into the hearts of those I love.
Being a woman means having to work twice as hard to prove myself.
Being a woman means surrendering my dreams to let others fulfill theirs.
Being a woman means opening my heart to love, knowing it will be broken.
Being a woman means having the courage to carry on even when I feel like giving up.
Being a woman means forgetting my aches and pains when someone I love is hurting.
Being a woman means having no ego or pride where my love is concerned.
Being a woman means expecting nothing from anyone, yet rising up to the expectations of others.
Being a woman means doing what ought to be done, whether I like it or not.
Being a woman means acting out different parts, while longing to be accepted as I am.
Being a woman means putting my family before my career and ambitions.
Being a woman means getting hurt trying not to hurt others.
Being a woman means living for others in spite of being taken for granted.

So am I happy to be a woman?
I am not just happy to be a woman, I am proud to be one……… because it is so much harder!  Yet I celebrate my feminity, celebrate my womanhood, celebrate myself!

This is for the contest on Womensweb http://www.womensweb.in/articles/celebrating-myself/

Broken umbrella

 

monsoon breeze

my broken umbrella...

I love walking in the rain

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March 6

buds unfurling

the fragrance of a rose..

your love suffuses me

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March 5

the shadow

of my words

on your silence

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March 4

dark forest

luminous sky..

hope in the heart

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March 3

golden sunshine

in your eyes

my heart blossoms

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March 2

closed garden

imagination

walled in

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March 1

hazy memory

fragrance of our love

sharp and clear

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A haiku

The storm clouds preparing

to fight the bare earth..

for the dying tree

Waiting...

They had come again ..the glowering storm clouds

Frowning at me, as I stood there in despair

Losing my fight against the bare earth….

They seemed angry, as if they’d guessed

I was on the verge of giving up….

That I didn’t care what happened anymore…

I wonder how they knew what was on my mind..

A calculated guess seeing my beseeching arms?

Or the bleak hopelessness in my stance?

But what did they know…of being alone and unwanted?

They always moved in a crowd, united and together…..

How could they understand my loneliness and pain?

What did it matter if I lived or died?

Who cared what I thought or did?

It was not that easy to be strong….

I would soon have my answer….to hold on or to let go…

Either they would revive me to continue my struggle…

Or their fury would finally set my spirit free…..