Sunday, October 31, 2021
Menstrual pain and essential oil cure
Two of my earlier posts were about having an ecofriendly period and menstrual leave for employees. Recently, I came across the use of essential oils to cure menstrual pain and to reduce cramps and nausea. While most of the quick-relief medicines have side-effects, the use of these oils is relatively safe for the body. For curing periods pain, clove essential oil and eucalyptus oil are used.
Thursday, October 28, 2021
Togetherness
You are my want, my need, my desire, my everything,
My one addiction that I never want to give up ever,
May be time- the years, the months and the days-
Might bring about a change in this feeling for you.
But I want you to know that after all these years,
I want yours to be the shoulder where I return to
With the broken scattered pieces to be held close,
And put together with a few words of consolation.
I want yours to be the eyes that hold my bold gaze,
To give in without holding anything back from me;
I want yours to be lips that greet me in surprise
To give ecstasy when most desired without saying so.
While you and I enjoy our days of mutual togetherness,
I want your love to be the kind that stays around forever.
Heathcliff

Heathcliff
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don't talk of our separation again: it is impracticable.
When the snows fall and the cold bites hard
When the winds are rough in dark wintry nights,
He walks in the moors calling out her name,
One who loved him like the rocks underneath;
When her father brought him home one day
He was just a wild-haired gypsy child; sullen,
He loved her and rose up in life just to gain her,
While her own brother brought him up low.
He loved her more than his own dark self;
She chose not him but a wealthy gentleman;
He came back and drove her to madness
And lies buried next to her and her mate.
Many have heard them together laugh and sing
In dark wintry nights, gathering snowflakes.
#heathcliff
#wutheringheights
#catherineandheathcliff
Wednesday, October 27, 2021
Tuesday, October 26, 2021
Surveillance Day
An interesting day that reminds you of the totalitarian regimes as depicted in George Orwell's 1984, where Big B is always watching you and the concept of individual freedom is compromised to acts of surveillance of all sorts.Hell with totalitarianism.
Friday, October 15, 2021
Thursday, October 14, 2021
Wednesday, October 13, 2021
Capital Punishment
The death penalty is not about whether people deserve to die for the crimes they commit. The real question of capital punishment in this country is, Do we deserve to kill?
Bryan Stevenson, Just Mercy
Soul Food
Like a young person perusing loveletters, one reads words of comfort from an unknown hand from an unknown land as if they were written just for your eyes. You feel sustained by their wisdom and they make sense like pieces in a jigsaw coming together. It feels like an unreal experience where the hand of Providence set them right before your eyes to nourish your strength and you feel grateful that you didn't give up this time either.
Monday, October 11, 2021
Saturday, October 09, 2021
SOS
I didn't run for shelter before the storm
But kept wandering with a sinking heart;
Meanwhile you slipped out of my fingers
Nor did I get back to the real destination.
After roaming around for years, here it is,
The same crossroads and the bittersweet,
Memories of a good life lost in the long run
While a hand that offered solace is now gone.
Now the roads stretch too wide and far
Nightmarish bleak turnstiles without you
You never knew the mirage of temptation
Or how the signs I followed have led me astray.
Finally, I find courage to write these words
For the winds to carry, before I drown again.
The same crossroads and the bittersweet,
Memories of a good life lost in the long run
While a hand that offered solace is now gone.
Now the roads stretch too wide and far
Nightmarish bleak turnstiles without you
You never knew the mirage of temptation
Or how the signs I followed have led me astray.
Finally, I find courage to write these words
For the winds to carry, before I drown again.
Thursday, October 07, 2021
Glass-eye
The mind has lost its sharpness, it has become glass-eyed and sits wondering as to what has happened to it. It has lost its powers of conjuring up words after words and images after images.
This world looks desolate without what it has always loved, kept hidden like a treasure from the rest of the world. It weeps over the loss of cognition and wonders how it will survive in the years to come.
However, what hurts the most is its loss of live though most probably it would have been just a mirage and not reality.
This world looks desolate without what it has always loved, kept hidden like a treasure from the rest of the world. It weeps over the loss of cognition and wonders how it will survive in the years to come.
However, what hurts the most is its loss of live though most probably it would have been just a mirage and not reality.
Glass-eyed
This heart was a lone warrior, who fought against the injustices of life. Then you came along with the love-light in your eyes and changed this life upside down. You taught me how to look at myself through your eyes and how to love what I saw. It is in your love that I learnt how to be a woman and draw attention to myself. But before my heart was filled with this joy of togetherness, you went away leaving me behind.
Days, months and years when I thought I might have been dead, without you, without my own self that has forgotten how to speak and read. The books pile up before me, my own personal copies from the libraries, here, this and that yet I cannot read a line or understood a thing, a sort of glass-eyedness has taken possession of me. I feel that I need to get away, move out, create a new life but feel sad because I am no longer able to read the print before me, glass-eyed I sadly sit and stare out of the window, thinking of botched goodbyes and unpleasant endings to love stories.
Days, months and years when I thought I might have been dead, without you, without my own self that has forgotten how to speak and read. The books pile up before me, my own personal copies from the libraries, here, this and that yet I cannot read a line or understood a thing, a sort of glass-eyedness has taken possession of me. I feel that I need to get away, move out, create a new life but feel sad because I am no longer able to read the print before me, glass-eyed I sadly sit and stare out of the window, thinking of botched goodbyes and unpleasant endings to love stories.
But the memory of love that we shared then reaches out to me and I am glad that it was the best thing that happened to me in life.
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