from a caterpillar to a butterfly

Running, running, running, All the time. Thinking, thinking, thinking, All the time. One after the other, Days go by, Like the sheets on the daily calendar. Morning, noon and night, Glide through like the clouds in the sky, Moving to the rhythm of the wind, While I to the tick-tock of my clock. Hours, minutes and seconds go by, Like water running through a sieve, There, yet not there. My life is moving at a pace, That feels like an endless race. Pause, I tell my mind. Relax, I whisper to my heart. Guilt threatens to well up, But I have a stronger reason, It is called my sanity. I simply let everything be, And let go of my illusion, Of control, Of importance, Of irreplaceability, And plunged right ahead, To the most deserving ‘me’ time. Away from everything, Yet strangely feeling closer, Surrounded by clouds, Gazing at the horizon, With the sun on my eyes, With heart fluttering with joy, In wonderment with nature, In awe of life, In my aloneness, I realized, What a magic life is, What m

  Hey women, You are the giver of life, You are the provider of life, You are worshipped as Shakthi and the Yin. Do you recognize this? As you go about your day? You are an overflowing fountain of love, You are empathetic and compassionate, You are a multirole wonder, A professional or a homemaker, You are everything that you are and much more. Do you recognize this? As you go about your day? Hey women, Do you live in a box? That the society has defined long back. Do you live in judgement? From a world that loves to judge. Have you ever wondered, What it would mean to step out of the box, For once,  To live a life of your own, For your happiness, On your terms, Without guilt, For yourself. Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t. Maybe you feel it. Maybe you ignore it. Maybe you are caught between the should and the shouldn’t.  What would it mean to live, not seeking permission? What would it mean to live without constant guilt? What would it mean to live beyond the sense of duty? What would it