Meenaxi's Muse

Soak No More Into Grudges, soak no more Coz’ they leave stains That everlasting pain Let those go off Down the drain Treasure love Hatred is not to store Choose kindness, hurt no more As Surf excel matic , Penetrate every molecule of jealousy Then laugh aloud, with open pores Reach out, go and help Let the spots of wounds vanish From ages you bore In your ego, soak no more Wash off that dust and dirt Forgiving, is the only detergent Laugh and live, forgiving is therapeutic As the noble effect of surf excel matic Into grudges, soak no more This post is written to enhance and elevate life force with power of following forgive and forget policy and for the contest "Soak no more" on Indiblogger and if you like this, please vote for it here on this link  http://www.indiblogger.in/indipost.php?post=172457   . Thanks and kudos to brand of surf being synonymous with the word detergent. In the era of 1980-2000, in middle...

The First Lady of our Home “W here do we get our vegetables from ” I asked my 4 year old daughter in my regular practice of making them generally aware of their surroundings. Mama, “ from Sabziwala uncle ”….prompt came up the reply from the little bundle of curiosity. She expected an appreciation, some gesture to get applauded for her knowledge. I nodded in accordance not to dissuade her spirit to answer, but the response of my question startled me …of how limited her knowledge is and I am the main culprit. I have not exposed her to the wonders of our dear Gaia, the earth. The disturbance caused a severe insomnia followed by a plan, but I was apprehensive. Being brought up in the industrial city of Haryana and now domesticated in the jungle of concrete, it was a herculean task to teach by example. To succeed in a unknown territory also carried the risk of failure, that too in the role of a mom, it’s not quite easy to share your failure with your kids. It was easier to teac...

Pic Credit - National Geographic Bang the door, Break the floor, Clinching fists, Paced up wrists Fiery eyes, Breaking ties, Ugly words, temper Rush of moment, stupor Egos, power, name Humanity at shame, Surroundings aflame Whom to blame When rage knocks Love goes lame Part of the game

Sync your deeds and tongues Fill fresh air in your lungs Love would be the only song, To stay in hearts, you sung Smile a lil’ more to st ay young

Dazzling diamonds on its exterior, Yelling brand showcasing being privileged,  Inside, just a tissue and visiting cards Sufficient to wipe off the embarrassment naked Insides of a pompous purse, Of a wanna be celebrity, lost and caged.

Debts Clear all debts, As love lasts And hatred haunts...

Key I knocked everyday on that door, With hopes to stand as a winner, In meditation, In Imagination, In Prayer Hopeless was not me, Victory was a bee, In my bonnet, the only love sonnet On a sunny day, door got open, Curtains were raised, For long this dream I chased, I can’t believe what I see, No, the winner is not me, Bravo!, Defeat is my key, To set free