my words.. my world..(Chayashree Pathak).

Sometimes I scribble Sometimes I play with words,   They call it a poem, I call it “you”! Sometimes I doodle Sometimes I color, They call it a painting, I call it "you"!   Sometimes I smile Sometimes I cry,   They call it emotion, I call it “you”!   Sometimes I talk, a lot Sometimes, I am quiet, awfully though,   They call it moods, I call it “you”!   Sometimes I scribble Sometimes I play with words,   They call it a poem, I call it “you”!!    

  Today, once again, you woke me up with a nudge You were smelling like the December…   With the eyes half opened, I saw you staring out of the window Face full of displeasure, like the ocean before the storm…   I thought of walking up to you, but you started jumping around like a deer  teasing me to the core...   You can poke all my senses, you know? And yet I don't hold you tight enough I always let you go, only to regret and repent later…   Still, you keep coming back, you keep pushing me But I would always be the ignorant usual self…   Sometimes you rant incessantly about how I keep ignoring you And occasionally you just stand there staring at me with eyes full of questions...   Today, I wanted to hold your hand again, but you once again decided to tease me and hide You, my passion, someday I will hug you and love you with all the love I have, with all the love you deserve!!   Till then, please just hang in there, and keep your part of th...

“Stop fidgeting with that ring! Will you?”, he almost yelled at her. “What? Why? I am just used to it!”, She replied looking away from him. "Well, you are not married anymore. Come on! Enjoy the Divorce, Enjoy the freedom girl!”, He said pushing the cup of coffee towards her. “I know, I know. But I just can’t remove it. I am so used to it. Maybe it is just an accessory or maybe a reminder of good memories!! It is just.. just difficult, difficult to remove ☹ ... A habit of 5 years, you know,” She sighed while picking up the coffee. Her face was covered with guilt and sorrow. “Lol, let it go.. you are out of it now.. leave it and move on”, he said with a smile and a wink. “Yes, I should. I promise I will soo....oon”, she said as her eyes seemed glued at the door. He turned to see what made her take 15 extra seconds to finish her last word. He felt a slight thud inside but his face managed to feign a smile. “See, this is God’s sign!! Remove the ring and...

“Did you like it?”, He asked handing over the cup of coffee. “What? Ouch, hot!!”, She took a sip of the coffee and it almost burnt her tongue. "Of course, it will be hot, it is not cold coffee", he smiled. “Money Heist! Did you like it?” "Oh yeah, such a gripping one. I am still on season 3 though." He laughed, “haha, already season 3? Wow. I knew you would like it!” She smiled and looked at him. It has been a while that they sat down to have coffee and these small conversations. It has been a while she has seen him laughing for something like this. When they were newly-weds, they would probably not have imagined a day like this. Watching a tv show or movie without each other was similar to breaking each other’s trust. Once he was busy in back to back calls, and she watched an episode of Breaking Bad while chopping vegetables; she had to spend two days to pursue him. That was their way to express love, it was their thing to watch movi...

#parenting #humanmom situational patenting The other day my kid was to dance with a group in an event, he is just 3 years old and we all were super excited. He loved his classes, he enjoyed the song and he was very excited about the event as well. It was more of jumping rather than dance. On the day of the event, when the song started he froze,h started looking here and there.. with the lighting and so many people, he was overwhelmed... I secretly wept while I was holding the camera, I realized he was overwhelmed but I decided not to intervene... After the event, I gave him a hug and told him he did a great job. We ate food and while driving back home I told him, "great job betu!! You danced well. Momma had fun!"  He did not reply,  So I repeated again. But this time he replied.. Mamma... I did not dance.. I was scared... These words coming from a 3-year-old shook me, we stopped the car and immediately spoke to him more. He said, "There were so many peopl...

#MeToo are not just words, she whispered! A silent nod she got in reply!! He realized its time to talk about it, the “Me” has no gender after all! Few questioning eyes stared at him, sigh!! It can happen in a marriage as well, The 40-year old mother of 2 typed in the comment space. Wiped her tears while pressing hard on the backspace !! All games make me happy except this one,  She asked with teary eyes! He gave her the chocolate and walked away saying goodbye!! For some metoo has no meaning For some me too has no time, gender or voice While some question the courage For some it is just another day, without any change!! #metoo .... Chaya

#notsoperfect #notsoperfectmom #mothersday Oh I am such a mess I am so tired.. Am I even a mom? I do not always understand why you are crying.. And sometimes even I fail to stop those tears and tantrums.. Oh.. am I even a mom? I do get tired of the same routine.. and wish for those me moments With the topping of that constant guilt!! Ahh.. am I at all a good mom? I get angry, I lose patience... I sometimes let you eat those fries and forget to take you to the loo on time.. Why am I not like other moms? The moms who appear in books, movies in the selfish world Where the mom is perfect and knows it all She sacrifices and sacrifices and still smiles She cries and feels guilty all the time Yes, I am not that mom I am not perfect, I choose to be messy I choose to avoid the ride of guilt I am not in the race to be the super mom Instead let me be the “human” mom... Just let me be that “not so perfect” mom!! ... Chaya