Broad strokes

The inner critic is a reflection of the consciousness around you . What did it tell you about you? I want to tell you -seek self again without those influences and find the broader experience of self. That’s what most will know you for.

Existential woes

Immerse in life and light some lives Words feel like Laws and rule Preachings of “BE Positive and Stay Calm, When did you find answer in them Let them be unheard These orders for slaves Be you : be sad, worry, be selfish, be mad : just stay open to learning about self The portals... Continue Reading →

Wide and Warm

The universe, nature, elders, nurturers are blankets that cosmos connects us with, on our journey to self-realization. Letting them know "I am grateful"

Parenthood and Success

Hobbies of inner child: Chasing bliss Moulds are many, Good nurturers as any, Mine is never quite ready, May it never be, Fixed and formed, It moved, flows, grows and evolves, It is vast enough to fit ‘childhood of the world’ Deep enough to submerge ‘the crave of carer’s love’ But the hope is that... Continue Reading →

No obligations to care

It’s a story of a soul. This soul didn’t know it’s goal, It was searching within a hole Hole of gives and takes Hole of profit and loss Counts, countdowns, races Yet somewhere buried within This soul- a buzzard concepts of whole, Had seen care where it was free, Pure and priceless, Stupid, she was... Continue Reading →

Credit

The vessel isn’t all that wise or old But rivers have moved through it Many times, Many nodes Is it then the experience of the vessel Or Is it the to the credit of the source? -Rupika Moitra

Self love

The thorn and the bloom- they stick together. But the eye choses it’s view To know self- love, we start with trying to know what is self made of. Uniquely, the quantities differ but our light parts and shadow bits come together to make the self The process of understanding self begins with understanding our... Continue Reading →

Wrapped by the universe

Call out and see In the moment that caves you When scratches wound you, And you enter the deep sea of unloved bit, Where skills, intent and love are not equally divided Where fight and flight is always invited I am sinking fast and deep All is spinning Sweeping the peace I asked me, I... Continue Reading →

Miss the memo

The only Memo of life : Self love As life unfolds and reveals itself, And wards enough gaps to unwind, As the story begin to play in rewind, I stare back at those versions of me and times, I only gather that I missed many memos, Sometime it felt like a course, what’s hip, what’s... Continue Reading →

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