Why god gave woman tears

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Why God Gave Women Tears

A little boy asked his mother

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I’m a woman”,

she told him.

“I don’t understand”,

he said.

His mum just hugged him

and said, “And you never

will”

 

Later the little boy asked

his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for

no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason”,

was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man,

still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God; and when God got on

the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so

easily?”

 

 

God said:

“When I made the woman she had to be special.

 

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the

world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and

the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going

when everyone else gives up, and take care of her

family through sickness and fatigue without

complaining. .I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under

any and all circumstances, even when her child has

hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her man through his

faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his

heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good man never

hurts his woman, but sometimes tests her strengths and

her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed

This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is

needed.

 

You see:

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,

the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her

hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,

because that is the doorway to her heart – the place

where love resides.

More thoughts about as to “Why do I write?”

There are tremendous healing power in writing, can work as a therapy, as the best medicine of broken heart. 

By writing, I don’t actually  mean it to be the work  of an author or a poet. 

It can be just anything, even insignificant. It doesn’t matter what you write, whether it’s a masterpiece, a heartwarming letter or simply a zig zag scribble in your diary.

 The thing that matters is, you are not carrying any more any burden of truth, spoken or un-spoken, discussed or un-discussed, disclosed or un-disclosed.

Writing  enables you to introspect. It’s only through writing that you realize how much you know or don’t know.

 It’s the only way to know the circumference of your knowledge or lack of it. It can even surprise you. It’s something like looking at a mirror. The only difference is, here the mirror reflects your inner image instead of outer image.

Writing enables  you to live in your dream world. You can fly into the world of imagination,  be the creator of it and see and show the world your own perspective. 

The most important thing is that, at the same time you can live here and control this completely. When you write about this dream, even if you come out of it at the end, a reality of this dream is always there with you, the written words.

Who knows, it can even be a masterpiece in course of time. Even if it doesn’t become a masterpiece, you can re-live this dream again and again whenever you feel like.

Writing  has the power to calm down your restless heart releasing all the tensions. 

It can enlighten your mind and soul. You can realize the power of your fingers when it brings out all the emotions from all chambers of your heart in the form of writing.

 Writing has got the advantage over a heart to heart talk, in the sense that, here you needn’t bother about the other person’s feelings and trust-distrust that much. It’s mostly your own territory where you are the king and the king maker, both.

Writing can make you forget your wounds, the hustle and bustle of this noisy world, your depressions, frustrations and saddest thoughts. When your heart breaks, when you lose your dear ones, writing can be the best consolation.  At times you may even forget your all hurts and pains in the joy of creation.

 

Relationship 

Its a relationship of togetherness

That even if you part for ever,

My heart still remains

With you, till the end of my life.
A relationship of pain

The pain

That’s so dear than

Thousands other pleasures

Of the entire life!
A relationship of longing

To belong

So strong, so intense

The way

The dying long for the life!
A relationship of trust

So blind, so unasked

That you want to pay

Even the smallest distrust

With the trust of your life
A relationship of

Giving and forgiving

That never counts the millions of tears dropped

Before forgetting the thousand wounds
The relationship that  never leaves you

Even if you move on or walk a mile or two

It comes flying back to you

Like a leaf of memory.
Its the relationship of love

Love, thats lasts over lives.

But if

It’s a relationship for lives,

Then why it changes?

Why it breaks?

Before the end of  the very life!
 

Life 

Life goes on and on 

As long as we breathe 

We realise 

The worth of life 

At the moment 

Just before we stop breathing 

Till We Meet Again 

Till We Meet Again

There was soft tinkling of bells soft musical as I moved slowly on the bank of the river. 

The river flowed lyrical with shimmering blue lights. I walked in petite steps my toes touching the sand grains delicately as the silver bells shone in the quivering moon light as they danced with my step.

I looked towards the river over to the mountains in the distance, the sky cobalt with tiny glowing points of stars looked remarkable. My eyes combed the depths for that star I wanted to locate. The star which would tell me the right moment when I would get the glimpse of what I searched.

Wind rustled the few trees as it kissed the leaves. The shadows danced with it on the silver banks. Black was what I was wearing and it flowed and shimmered with the darkness around me My hair were parted with the silver snake I had worn for as long as I could remember.

The sky was changing every instant as life does. I could feel that moment coming nearer. That star would tell me where to go. It had been a long time, many life times I had searched and had been searching for the guidance and yearned for something needed to complete myself. 

Bits and pieces of me from other existences were embedded deep in my mind and sometimes I could feel them in my soul. And in such times I would experience an incongruous need of those unknown waters to quench that strange thirst.

These times I would be more me then any other time. Me the fiery, me the agitated, me the angry, me the frustrated, me the agonized in a strange misery of certain hells and heavens that resided in my own mind ,with the nascent chaos of the first order, where simple innocence fought with complex knowledge to seek the truth. 

One day the child in me was petrified and then the other day the girl in me wandered to the brink of nothingness. Another day the woman in me yearned for someone.

I took those steps and again looked at the sky. There are few clouds floated wandering in the dark indigo of midnight and the star will be here any moment now.

As stared I hardly could blink, my eyes pricked as a tear formed under my eyelashes and slipped to glide my cheeks. It was still on my cheek when I noticed the faint white light of the star I was searching. Yes I looked at it…and then. I held my breath now or never. 

Suddenly the water parted as the river divided itself into two different branches I saw the path I had to travel. I walked treaded softly between the two waters on my both sides. 

As I entered the forest the huge trees cast dark shadows on the road and it was difficult to walk without light. I was unaware of how far I had have to go. The wind and the water made strange sounds. 

At last I came to an opening in the woods and towards my right were the mountains. I walked along not knowing but just following the star light. Suddenly as I reached the edge of the rocky mountain the path turned and I came to stand in front of a cave.
“Kiru…”someone called my name
‘Kiru I have been waiting for you.”
As I entered I could make out a light at the far end of the cave. The fragrance of incense filled my senses …camphor …and certain barks are burning in a silver bowl where she sat with her hair loose around her face.
The smoke in a snaky spiral, moved towards the entrance. I went and knelt in front of her.
“Kiru…you have come.”
‘I have been waiting for you…for…long time now”
I was too bewildered to talk.

 I look at her.
“We have met….” I hesitated.
“Yes we have in some other time and space and we will later on. Today I want you to take this.” she calls me..
She hands me a Silver Quill. I look at her with a question in my eyes.
“Magic ..”she laughs. You have to create magic with this.”
“But magic needs colors and wind and fire.” I tried to say.
“Yes you have already done that. Now it is the time to create magic with this.”
“How..?”

‘You will know.”

“And now..”
She calls me near her ..As she ties a black thread on my neck I know I am blessed and cursed.Blessed because I have been chosen, cursed because my path will never be easy. I will have to fight the devils. Wind howls around me as I try to look at her.

‘Till we meet again!”
I heard her voice trailing as I was swept on to the entrance of the cave and beyond it. Darkness came in all suddenness before I could save myself and the rain falls on me submerging, enveloping…
I got up from my dream struggling in my bed. Again it had visited me. I have seen it numerous times. But today I had seen it so clearly …what it had been then and what it was now. 

Till again we meet.
I am doing what she had asked me weaving magic with that quill, writing , weaving words, making them dance…I make people laugh, cry, scream, sigh…feel the longing, I am physical, emotional, carnal, wild, basic, raw, abstract, lyrical, brilliant.

 I weave a tapestary of colors and hues and the incessant words just spill ..and the nascent chaos inside my mind sometimes becomes a poem of love of fiery passions, longings which reach the depths of their souls senseless sense, seen and unseen the tangible, the visible, the elusive trying to find the finite in the infinite ocean of timelessness. 

Then people say am a brilliant writer magical ….as I compose enthralling scherzo in form of poems and stories.
Now you know I am creating this for her for me…I will do it I have to.
“Till we meet again…. as she said.

Mother 

Mother lives in you 

Always smiling your naughty smile 

In her pain she lifts you 

In her guile matching your style 

In her she holds you 

In it your crutch to glide ..

In her step to match every step ..

In your tears to fill her eyes …

For she is the warmth you feel in her …

In her cuddly lap 

To snuggle you ..hide ..

In her pain to hide your pain ..

In her world to bring you alive …

For she is the world she donated to you in her to build your life 

A feather touch in her fingers to feel 
holding your hand as  a gentle light 

In the stars of heaven to be the moon in you to rise

In the sun to spray in you the ray of life 

In the rainbows to colour to in dainty hues of life 

In her wings to fly you free …in its wind by the night 

In her wings to be your guide …taking you to far horizons .

In her rock to forever climb to touch new heights where the clouds dip in the mountains to reach in her to hide 

Your fears and fantasy of life …to touch you in her smile ..

Taking you to those terrains never explored full of divine to see the you sheathed in love ..hiding your life 

To open you to all realms of life …

In her love to delve your life

What is Friendship to you? 

It is waking up and wanting to be there for a friend who is stressed about work even when you are half the world away from each other. 

It is mid-night calls and early morning texts when you feel lonely and down.

It is the “Hi. Are you feeling better today?” text that you wake up to.  

It is putting aside your grad school work to listen to how your best friend’s day went.

It is love.It is accepting each other for exactly who we are and loving each other nevertheless.

It is confiding in someone knowing you aren’t going to be judged.

It is intellectually stimulating conversation about things you both feel passionately about.

It is laughing at the lamest of jokes no matter how stupid they are.

It is giving your best friend her space to make mistakes and learn from them,although you want to protect her from pain.

It is the good ol’ conversation about men.It is putting sense into each other when either overthinks.

It is respect. It is appreciation. It is being grateful that you have each other.

Friendship is showing up and being there, when you have million other things you can be doing. 

It is a choice.

What is Friendship to you?

I Shall Pass this Way But once

I Shall Pass this Way But Once
A little smile

Quivers on the lips

A leaf falls

A tree swings

Wind sings

Tears glide

Prayer echoes

From the

Depth of the soul

To a point of being pointless is sometimes the wisdom of the ages which we have to perceive. To contemplate on the transitory nature of all and yet be there to see the grace of beauty that lace defining moments is what life is all about.

And to think that we travel only in one direction forward and ahead. We can never turn back to the road we came. Our mind records the journey in detail, though no two minds have the same detail. Even if you have walked with a fellow traveler both will have different version to narrate.

The roads stretch in front of each one of us. We travel without any choice. Sitting and resting is allowed, but then we have to get up and walk. Time milestones have no meaning if you perceive the eternity of life. We have always been here and there, now and then. We might not remember but some ancient memories are embedded in the depths of our minds. At times we might recognize at turning on this road of life.

The road is one way. We shall pass here but once. It will then reside in our mind. At times when we rest, we might connect with someone we met on the road one yesterday of life. It could be a helping hand, a caring smile or some shared smiling moments. Painful memories are dull ache which remains even when the thorn embedded in the skin has been removed. Let it pass. Do not hurt yourself by pricking. Whatever it was it has gone away. Let it go. Just be with the happiness. As pain and pleasure are born in our heart and torment us in mind, we must calm it.

Life flows with us, in us and around us. See it to feel it. Near a river bank, just looking at the passing water fills me with wonder. Something changes deep inside. And oceans are a different story. A river has boundaries an ocean has freedom.  Together they teach us the boundaries of freedom.

So while I may pass this road just once, let me experience life in all glory. Let me not worry about tomorrow or mope for the yesterday.

The excitement of life throbs in each moment. The only thing we need to sense it is a child like mind and wings of imagination. Light the flame of hope and no dark night will scare you. Lend a helping hand to yourself be kind to your own self.

At some difficult point in my life, I found the art of keeping a visual journal very helpful.  A sketch book, colors, sketch pens and my words just flow. Whenever I can spare time I sit with my muse. Using the colors I play with experiences. Believe me the process is very therapeutic. After the entry is done it is laid to rest. Later when the impressions have had time to sink, I visit the pages. Each entry reveals a truth about one exact moment in my life. I meet some long lost friends to experience tranquility of sublime moments. Not all is just fine sometimes I can see the scars and tears. However, depicting these on paper helped to let go and just that is needed.

Words I write here are impressions, echoes, reactions and meditations. It hardly matters what matters is the art of putting them on the white sheet. Blue is a recurrent color theme on my pages. It takes on to Indigo. Recently, I find myself attracted to the color purple. Yellow and orange are mostly on trees perhaps representing flowers. Another element here is water sometimes serene; at times flowing. Nature brings out the thinker in me and is my muse.

Whenever I flip through the pages I am reminded of the point of time. I may pass the road once but can revisit with the pages. It is just as getting a magical key to the past.
 

Trance 

Trance

When the mind doesn’t ache

The heart doesn’t feel

And everything outside this

Lose their relevance.
When you cross the threshold

Of all what the body can bear

Going beyond the limit of bearable pain

It’s a trance.
The mysterious peace

Where nothing exists

No pain, no thought, no dream

Facing your soul all by yourself

It’s a trance.
Amidst a crowded party

Or amongst loudest of music

You see nothing

You hear nothing

Just you and the silent lonely World

It’s nothing but the trance.
 
You hold the gaze of the

Seductive eyes

Defying all your wills

Allowing your unreasonable heart

You know it’s a trance.
 
When you touch someone

After waiting for centuries

The first trembling touch

That evades time and space

The moment stands still

And becomes trance.
 
Trance,

The journey from zero to infinity

The numbness,

That  protects you from all hurt and pain

The mystical bridge

To take you from reality 

To the World of magic.

Thought for the Soul 

A young girl and her father were walking along a forest path. 

At some point, they came across a large tree branch on the ground in front of them. 

The girl asked her father, “If I try, do you think I could move that branch?” 

Her father replied, “I am sure you can, if you use all your strength.” 

The girl tried her best to lift or push the branch, but she was not strong enough and she couldn’t move it. 

She said, with disappointment, “You were wrong, dad. I can’t move it.” 

“Try again with all your strength,” replied her father. 

Again, the girl tried hard to push the branch. She struggled but it did not move. 

“Dad, I cannot do it,” said the girl.

Finally her father said, “Young lady, I advised you to use ‘all your strength’. You didn’t.

You didn’t ask for my help.”

Our real strength lies not in independence, but in interdependence.

No individual person has all the strengths, all the resources and all the stamina required for the complete blossoming of their vision.
To ask for help and support when we need it is not a sign of weakness, it is a sign of wisdom.

The Peacock’s feather (Woman’s Day) 

When I look back I feel a surge of emotions inside my heart. How could I have ever known where the path called life would take us? We had met in college, I remember for almost an year we were just classmates. We belonged to different groups and in college the difference in groups is so strong that it is almost as if alien territories and wanderings are unheard of.
The second year of the graduation marked the birth of our friendship….well if I can ever define this relationship which I have with you…sometimes you are like a mother, like an elder sister, then sometimes you become a kid and I take up the role of a mother. Some other times we are like friends, classmates….but every day our bond becomes stronger and stronger.But one thing is certain you are one amazing woman I have in my life.

You are someone I admire, love and respect and it was with you I have shared every thing in my life. I know you will understand, I know you will know whatever there is, I want to say but may not say at all. Many times we speak the same thing at the same time.It is not that we agree all the time, you have your own views and I retain mine we fight, discuss , scold …but then at the end of it we ARE there for each other. 

You have learnt your lessons well. Life has not been very easy for you but the way you made your way through the labyrinths is just amazing. Then when ever I needed a hand you have always been there for me. Life with all its shades of good and bad is happy because I have you in my life.

We are not able to meet often as we would like to, but we keep in touch in different ways . Its not only the chats or mails but more than that….like the other day you had called at midnight just to ask me if I was fine….I was not and I was amazed well no am not amazed any more now I know an invisible thread binds us and time and space also cannot part us…and as soon as I heard your voice something was set just right and I suddenly got the strength which I needed.. On my birthday this year you surprised me by sending me a photograph of both of us, sitting under a tree in college …I remembered the day with such sharpness that I quivered with happiness.

 The overcast sky and the cold blowing wind was all in front of me as was the Peacock who danced amidst the dark thundering rains that day with only the two of us to witness that beautiful sight. The trees which were laden with Gulmohor flowers, shed the red blossoms like wet rubies and the Peacock’s feathers added magic to that moment. It was a blessed moment and will remain fresh in my mind always. It never fails to put a smile on my lips whenever I think of it.

And then as we walked down the University campus road washed with rains and flowers and leaves we decided to have coffee. There was no one in the canteen and as we took the cups in hand walked while sipping …the coffee never had tasted better.

 It was one of those fleeting moments when you feel the presence of the almighty , almost as if you hear the soft gentle notes of the Lord’s flute caressing your soul. That day the blue in the Peacock’s feather became a shade of happiness for me in a very mystical way. 

We have walked this path of friendship basking in the joy of having each other in life. With you I can share anything, with you I hardly have to pretend, with you I can be just me…, you will give your support without any pre conditions.

It is said that people who sat near in Paradise become friends on Earth. I am sure my dear, we were sitting very close almost hand in hand…and so we retain on earth the same warmth.

When I think of you the first image is of your warm smile . I still remember that day we first met each other.

Today I thank you for all that you have been, you will be ….

I treasure your presence in my presence. It is like that feather of the Peacock which adds color and magic and mystery and warmth …the green the blue the black and more shades then I can ever count. It has a soft touch gentle like the whispering wind. The Gulmohar trees in the park near my house are in full bloom ….and as I watch the trees swaying in the gentle breeze of the morning from my kitchen window sipping my coffee I think of you and thank you …for being you….

Happy Woman’s Day 

I have been blessed with many amazing women in my life.My mother my grandmother have been role models for me. And then there have been many who I have admired for their strength.This  is for a very dear friend of mine..

I take opportunity to thank all the amazing women who have been and are in my life.