Shruti's fierywaters

Sita. Princess of Mithila, Queen of Ayodhya, the true daughter of the Earth. One of the bravest humans in the world.. The character of Sita is one of the most profound ones, which teaches a lot to those who seek to learn from. Contrary to popular belief, she was not a meek, submissive woman or the “adarsh naari”, as most people would wish to believe ( and want the women in their houses to be the same ) She was bold, bold beyond belief, and showed the world that being bold does not mean being a revolt. Wise : Sita was wise to put to good use the circumstances presented before her. Be it a yagna (sacrificial ritual) where she used the opportunity to sharpen her knowledge, or the forest which she observed the ways of nature, which would come to help her in her later years, Sita was wise to make use of every opportunity. Commitment towards her marriage : When Sita married Rama, he was the crown prince. Upon becoming his wife, she would have no trouble adap...

Was the reason why his newly wed parents had to spend their married life in jail… Branded as a killer, years before he was even conceived… Was born in a jail, after the tragic murder of seven older siblings… Left the warmth of his mothers womb and lap, and was whisked away by his father to a friends place, in an open basket, in the heavy rains, in the death of the cold night… Lived in a foster home, before he could even get the feel of his parents.. Faced constant death threats even as a suckling newborn.. Had the constant responsibility to fight the evil forces attacking him when he was at play.. Was the reason behind the incessant attacks on his village.. Left home at an early age, with the main motive of murdering his uncle, and completed it.. Left his love for reasons best known to them, yet carried her name before his… Knew that he was the one going to kill his nephew, when he took the latter on his lap… Yet forgave him a 100 times.. ...

A tiny dot..in this universe vast..  Insignificant to the core.. Growing into a line, as time flies fast..  Adventuring, all the more..  Life passes by, with many a curve..  Looping pointlessly over and more.. At times, it does violently swerve..  Veering off tangently, with lots to explore.. Turning at angles, both acute and large..  In search of the (e)x through axes, making the merge..  Defining and defying, axiom and law unforeseen.. Yet, tantalizingly though, infinity - never was seen.. Curved at a point, and an arc did form..  Joined another, and a circle was born..  Circumventing along, through life's storm.. Radically inverse, yet radially uniform.. The best of all, and in every single way.. The asymptote, coming nearer everyday..  Never to meet, well, it does not matter anyway.. For it's the journey that matters, through life's play.. We all tangent, and in our own ways too..  ...

Words speak, where the heart fails.. To listen to silence, it's desperate wails.. When silence was unheard, voice crept in.. When the voice was ignored, noise did win.. Love was sad, for silence had lost.. To a wedge in-between, at a very great cost.. But...when the voice was heard, and understood.. Music was felt, thus love firmly stood.. Love embraced Silence, in a divine melody.. Together, they smiled, and so did destiny..

Have you played Snakes and ladders?  It is my perfect choice for a lazy holiday afternoon. It is a game in which you will never know how it would go on, and there is no win or loss. Thinking about it, it teaches a lot about life like nothing else.. The way things pan out is based on both choice and chance. You roll the dice, which is a choice in your hands; you get a number, which is purely a chance. Even though it is the numbers that determine how far you will go, you must accept whatever you get and open your account, be it one or six. If you reject what you get and keep waiting till you get your desired number, the chances are high that you will waste a lot of time in it.  The ladders you climb and the snakes you encounter are life's way of telling you that in the giant scheme of things you are just a player. Sure, you must have rolled the dice, but you never know what is next. You might move ahead in life too quick, lucking out with the numbers and climbing ...

It is often described about how difficult it is to understand women. About how women are like the electrical circuit with numerous wires, and about how an unintended press of the wrong switch could trigger a nuclear reaction. However, in the attempt to over emphasize the mystery of un-understandable women, what has been ignored (doubtfully deliberately) is the fact that the mind of Man is equally an unexplored fortress too. Be it the hunter-gatherer, or the family head, Man has historically been seen as the protector. The need to protect his clan makes him to push the "man" inside him deeper, hiding his emotions. And getting hurt, yet putting on a brave face. Who is He? Man, from the vantage point of a woman, is just another person like her, with a very different approach to emotions. While he knows that being expressive would actually be easier on him, he refuses to let go of his guard, not to be seen as easily breakable. Thus, he tends to build a wall around him, bu...

Hey.. This is You speaking... Yeah right, this is me, I am the you from 2019, from 10 years later... Well No, I'm not going to spoil the future for you.. I'm just here to tell you is that you made it, and you will live to see the Sun, every single day in these 10 years.. You will make life's best decisions, and life's worst decisions. Life will seem to be hard at times, and just when you think you can manage, it will get harder.. You will manage to keep afloat and smile.. And yeah, you will have great moments too.. You will make mistakes, and learn from them. It's not just a cliche; mistakes actually do make you stronger. Strong enough to make you smile.. Strong enough to be the reason for someone else's smile.. You will learn to apologize.. you will learn to forgive.. You will know what it is to lose, and lose repeatedly, but you will also know what it is to win.. You will fall, and you will rise. And you will help another rise.. Thank you for that.. You w...

T here lived a girl who dared to dream.. But err she did, though right it did seem.. Well, ignore she did, the omnious flags so red.. And suffer she did, tears unseen, unshed.. Walk away she could, but she did truly dread.. The nest that was hers, would to pieces shred.. None on this earth, could hear her scream.. Of a little girl who once dared to dream.. To err is human, well yes, she did blunder.. But for how long, would she surrender? "Love thyself", and she found it one day.. Her dream came alive to her that day..  Smiling through tears, get up she did.. Like the Earth and the Sea, her time she bid..  Ha, who can stop the rising sun's beam? For she is that girl, who dared to dream..

Born of the mountains, the daughter of the earth.. Nurturer of the land, right from her birth.. Riding through rocks, and the sand and tree.. Thinking to herself "what do I want to be?" .. From afar she saw the deep mighty sea.. At once, she fell in love with he.. However, sadly, it was not to be.. The land she crossed, heard not her plea.. .. To keep her his, she was confined to a dam.. They called her their Mother, yet took her sand.. She bore his fruit, the land's progeny.. And stayed with the land, whatever was to be... .. Loved her progeny, so lived there did she.. She saw her land thrive with glee.. At times, she longed for the mighty sea.. The one with whom, she could be she... .. The sea did yearn, for her lovely song.. For he knew, with him she did belong... But dammed was she, walled was he.. Yet he longed for the warmth of she.. .. She could run in spate, and break free.. And he too could, rise as a tsunami....

Sometimes I wonder, that our life is a game.. With every level, we aren't anymore the same... Sometimes I wonder... If thoughts are worth thinking for.. If words are worth writing for... If love is worth living for... If life is worth just breathing for... Sometimes I wonder.. Do you think of me like I think of you? Like it hurts to me, does it hurt to you? Yet, do you smile, like I do? Or do you let it pass, having no clue?? Sometimes I wonder... Is it all worth it? The pain, the tears, the betrayal, the guilt? But sometimes we smile, inspite of it.. Though we know the price we pay for it.. Sometimes I wonder.. Why the chains binding me do not bind you... I thought we were a team, of this I had no clue.. Right before me, I see you go... I cannot come, but you don't even slow... Sometimes I see you coming towards me.. For a fleeting moment I'm filled with glee.. But then I realise it is something else, not me.. Beyond my perception, of what I know you ...

Those words that never would be written, Those eyes that never would be smitten... The love that never would be told, The magic that never would unfold... That dream that never would come true, Those tears, that never would flow... That peak that never would be reached, The sea that never would be searched... That song, that never would be sung, That youth, that never would be young... Those lines, that never would meet, Those hearts, that never would beat... The desires, that never will be fulfilled, The hope that will continue to build... The constant tug, that would never end, Of living in promise, or in the truth... Oh Pray, How will I know, Whether to hold on, or to let go??? Originally posted here .. 

Do you remember, when love was our song?  Where did we lose it, what went wrong?    In the place of love, there is a void...  Yet, we each other, deliberately do avoid...    We keep grudges in our heart, never to show..  Watching helplessly, as they go on to grow...    We want to make up to it, but never do we..  Listening to our ego, asking "why only me"...    A healthy talk, never do we build..  Yet we look back at our lost times, with wistful guilt..    What went wrong, we never do discuss...  In the quest of "me", we are losing "us"..    From this downward spiral, let us break free...  Let us fall in love again, just you and me...