From my soul to yours
No Love is complete without poetry
First Memory
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I am two or three years old. Sitting near a big cot in a big yard under the stars. It is a big house or seems to be big as I am very small. My mom is with me and I was trying to help her make the bed. With my tiny hands, I was trying to straighten the folds of the bedsheet. (Till now when I put bed cover on my bed my hands turned as small as three years old and I lovingly crease and clear the folds of the bedsheet as I did on that day.)
After making the bed my mom hugged me and I asked her do you know from where I came? She looked at me and said God has sent you to the hospital and I brought you home. I just looked into her eyes and said no. She asked then from where you came?
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I replied I came from very far off from there and I pointed my tiny finger towards the stars.
To my disbelief, I saw a sky full of so many stars. That image is still alive in my eyes. And I said oh! So many I don't know from which one.
This incident still hunting me and I always wonder who I am and from where I came.
The sky, the cot, my mom, and I are still frozen in my memory as if it was yesterday. I smile and wonder every time I think about it from where I came from?
There are many universes, many planets, many stars. We are not even a speck of dust in front of the universe. But still, there is a universe inside us.
Our stars of hopes, our galaxies, our little world, which is only ours.
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My Story Doesn’t end here…
Every ending is the beginning of the next journey…
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Dry flowers in my book
blooming in my heart
When you believe in me, I believe in myself
You are my pillar of strength.
You are my invisible strength.
Pushing me to strive for perfection.
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I Am What I am because of you.
An invisible force.
An invisible strength.
An invisible magnetic resonance.
Pulling me towards it.
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Be with me always.
Because I am nothing without you.
A void, a silence, a tear.
In the absence of you, oh my dear.
Worthy of all the treasure of the earth.
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Just be with me, just like this.
In my breath, like fragrance.
In my eyes, like a beautiful dream.
In my heart like a sweet pain.
Butterflies in my stomach.
Soft melodies on my lips.
I strive for more.
I strive for perfection.
My journey is to continue to find out the truth.
the love and to find out myself in the process of finding you, my dear one.
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An emotional poetry book expressed multi-faceted womanhood.
Her tender love, care, dreams, longing for love, power, independence, gender equality, and much more.
Overall, a woman's heart and dreams are expressed in my poetry.
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