Tuesday, 14 April 2015

TREASURES THAT CAN'T BE STOLEN

TREASURES THAT CAN'T BE STOLEN
© Athena
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 Disclaimer - this is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any reality whatsoever.
 The rays of the sun unleash their fury on her body ,
 Yet nothing melts this cold heart ,
 For so long was he gone n with such boldness,
 That she has begun to question her mortal existence
 She has started mistaken every passer by as him ,
 Not sure whether every stranger resembles him,
 Or has he become a stranger ....
 Such is the silence in the air ,
 That all she hears is a devil trying to break her heart's ice ,
 And mercilessly he strikes with an axe ,
 And the couple of blows ...those thuds ,
 Break her heart a little more ...
 Such is the irony of time that it plays a game of barter ,
 It takes away the warmth and yet burns her soul,
 It takes away the love yet leaves the magic ,
 IT TAKES AWAY YOUR LIFE AND STILL ASKS YOU TO LIVE ...
 Such is the brunt of justice ,
 That her rights over him are snatched ,
 He is no longer hers ,
 And don't think she was wronged or betrayed ,
 Oh no , never ...
 He just took away all that which belonged to him ,
 Rightfully so ... Just and fair !
 But there's something that no one can take away from her ,
 Neither the time , this universe , gods and definitely not him ...
 Its those beautiful bundles of memories,
 Memories...
 Of his stories ,
 Of his sleepless nights,
 Of his restless heart,
 Of his first talk ,
 Of his nervousness of the first meeting,
 Of his hug n the warmth that used to melt her heart ,
 Of his constantly looking at her ,
 Of his smiling and asking her "y don't u look at me"
 Of the rashes on his palm , made by his harsh work,
 Of the flat nails on his fingers,
 Of the game that made them stare into each others eyes for so long ,
 Of the first bite of food that he fed her ,
 Of the astonished feelings on his face as he saw the first gift she had made ,
 Of the kiss with eyes open ,
 Of the magic that followed,
 Of the sensation that scared them both ,
 Of his wide smile that reveal his shining teeth ,
 Of the pain that he hid beneath ,
 Of his tears that drenched her robe whilst he lay on her lap ,
 Of the knees that ached for so long ,
 Of his reluctance to let go of her ,
 Of him subconsciously moving his toes while half asleep ,
 Of the silent kiss on his forehead,
 Of her sitting on his lap
 Of the swing that followed ,
 Of the cap that he put on her head ,
 Of the smiles that spread,
 And where do I stop there are a million things
 THE BEST BEING THE SMILE THAT ACCOMPANY HER TEARS
 EVERY NIGHT AS SHE THINKS
 AS SHE ASKS GOD FOR HIS BLESSINGS . . .
 FOR HIM
‪#‎Athena‬
‪#‎am_mu‬

Friday, 3 April 2015

MISCONCEIVED FEMINISM

THE TRAP ... THE SHAM FEMINISM
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© ATHENA Coelho
 Woman - the weaker sex , the fair sex , the epitome of sacrifice , the ideal of surrender , the reservoir of love and care .
 How beautiful these words seem .? And yet how miserably we fail to gauge the latent meanings that these phrases carry .
 -"Would you plz cook the with dinner beti??"
 - "hey sister , would u please iron my shirt ?
 - "oh beti , y don't u study furthur till u get married ? As it is y do u hv to work ? We will find a rich guy for u.
 - sweetheart , plz leave ur job so that we can be together "
 - honey , I love u so much that's why I hate it when u talk to other guys .
 - oh please baby , just wear salwaar suit n saree in front of my parents "
 - mom , why cant you just cook like the neighbourhood aunty ?? "
 And the list goes on ...
 I am a feminist , albeit a proud one but I fail to understand how foolish can a woman be . How easily could you be tricked to believe that you have equality ?
 I have been having a lot of debates with few friends who think that deepika padukone's viral video propagates feminism . Don't mean to get personal but here's my take .
 - The biggest paradox that we live in , especially in our country is to believe in the uniformity of PEOPLE .
 India and Bharat ... These are two different nations on the same land . While we are fools to believe that only 4 metros n a bunch of uber urban cities is wt constitutes the population , let me tell u ...
 This minuscule amount of population doesn't evn vote properly .
 This population represents Indi , not Bharat .
 This population has the CULTURAL CAPITAL to make a voice heard .
 AND FEMINISM IS NOT N SHOULD NEVER BE THE MONOPOLY OF THIS POPULATION. .
 My opposition isn't about deepika padukone . ITS HER CHOICE .My opposition Is for the fact that people want to associate it with feminism .
 U talk of feminism ...
 Talk about it when the subtle fangs of patriarchy bite u n u don't even realise that .
 Talk about feminism ...
 -When ur parents tell you to pursue IAS ovr IPS because its a tough Job .
 - when ur brother asks u y r u so late , evn if he may never answer that question for you
 - when ur boyfriend is possesive and u succumb to it just giving it the name of love .
 - talk about feminism when a girl leaves her career for her would be husband just in order to satisfy his BLOODY FRUSTRATED MALE EGO .
 - talk about feminism when a girl stops talking n spending time with guys just cz her boyfriend hates it .
 - talk about feminism where in a village a girl does all the household chores while his brother roams on a bike the whole day .
 - talk about feminism when ur mother comes back from office n still cooks for ur father while ur father relaxes...
 - when domestic violence, bride burnings , dowry deaths , rapes happen
 AND FOR GOD SAKE OPEN UR EYES N DONT DEFEND ALL OF THESE WITH A STATEMENT
 "I love my man/husband/family . I respect them and I can do anything for them "
 Dont say
 "love is sacrifice . It is surrender
 BS EK AURAT NE PYAAR KA THEKA NHI LEKE RKHA HAI
 TALK ABOUT FEMINISM WHEN UR BOYFRIEND TELLS U THAT HE WILL PROTECT U ... CZ U WILL NOT EVEN REALISE WHEN THE PROTECTOR BECOMES A PERPETRATOR.
 AND WHEN ALL THE MEN IN UR LIFE are ready to do the same things for u ...
 - when ur dad cooks food everyday in the evnin
 - when ur brother washes utensils ( p.s- mine does.. I make him do it)
 - when ur boyfriend leaves ur job to move with u .
 THAT DAY MY SISTERS STOP TALKING ABOUT FEMINISM .
 Showing off a bra strap , or walking around with a blood stained skirt or having sex outside marriage IS NOT FEMINISM ...
 In this world of beasts
 A simple life of dignity ,, no rapes , no domestic violence , a mind that is enlightened , a pair of hands that are skilled , friends and family that genuinely love and respect AND PUSH U HIGHER , a beautiful smile on ur face , strength in ur actions character and thoughts , ur own house and a fairly well bank balance ...
 THIS IS FEMINISM .

Sunday, 29 March 2015

dreamer

I am not a slave . I will never be .
 I am a dreamer n it takes guts to dream.

 we can excel only when we do something purely because we love to do it, and not when we mix any other reasons in it. If we bring in other reasons, then slowly the pure love gets diluted and so does the quality of our effort and output.

 I am preparing for an exam ... No ... I am just studying...cz I love to study n learn without examinations . I will keep on doing it till my death bed .

 I am writing coz I love writing ... I will never betray my words or the pure love I have for them . I will never write for money .it may come as a collateral but I won't change my writing for business.

Friday, 6 February 2015

Religion is a product of ego....
spirituality is a product of awareness....


WISH WE HAD NOT TURNED THIS GREAT MAN INTO A GOD ....


Budhham sharnam gachami

LOVE IS ...

LOVE IS...
© Athena
Something peculiar about the day there was ...
From no where she was having some sights fleeting before her eyes  ...
Of being one with him ...
Of being his forever...
Of dressing up like a princess for him ....
Something peculiar about the day there was ...
And then as if suddenly she was awakened from a beautiful dream ...
She heard him saying those three words to someone else...
Someone from the left lanes of past ...
She knew those words were spoken just in a fleeting second ...
She knew they were lifeless... Mere words
But then a part of her heart ached so badly...
Like a thorn pierced it ....
But then coz those three words belonged to her ...
She had a right over them ...
Annoyed n rude she ran , with the angry gushes of wind trying to corrupt and agitate her mind more ....
But she stopped ...
Let it pass ...
N there it was ...
THE QUITE BREEZE OF HER LOVE ❤
Ruffling her hair ...
Making its way through every inch of her soul ...
Defeating the angry wind with its sheer calmness,poise and serenity ...
Telling her that
Love is patient ...
Love is kind ...
Love is trusting...
Love is forgiving ...
A lil voice  emanated from her inside askin ,"how could you be possessive"?
But she had an answer ..
Rather They had the answer...
They weren't possessive ...
They had never been...
They just rightfully knew what was their...
Though love is not owning or possessing ...
Though its setting the one you love free...
But as he so simply n beautifully puts it

"Wat do u mean I am free, 
No one is free,
The one who is free doesnt exist,
I never want to be free,
If I ever get a chance to be free,
I want to be  free with u not from u,
U r my soul,
And i want to live,"
And she knew those three words with all their life n soul belonged to her. ...
Coz she was the one
Who had woven a million dreams with her ....
Who had wiped his tears ...
Whose pen had given birth to a thousand words for him....
Who had tried her best to give him joys with all the small lil things she had ...
WHO HAD WAITED .... AND IS STILL WAITING ... NIGHTS AND DAYS ...
 FOR HIM TO COME HOME ...
THEIR HOME 🏠 
#ammu
© Athena

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

NEVER REALIZED

Never realised
© Athena Coelho
 I never realised ,...
 When an angel came with small n quiet steps in my Lil home ....
 I never realised when my coming became magic for u ...
 I never realised when our each statement started ending with a "ditto same" expression...
 I never realised when we became mirrors...
 I never realised when all our conversations never end n becm an open window to be visited again....
 I never realised when our fingers started franatically hitting the qwerty keyboards....
 I never realised when each word typed became a connecting thread....
 I never realised when ur voice became like a cool breeze in a desert...
 I never realised ur calls became my alarm clock n ur soft voice like the chirps of the morning birds wakin me up...
 I never realised when ur morning exercise time became my study time..,
 N ur afternoon naps became my oasis for escapism..,
 I never realised when ur coming got me to do the thing i could never do ... I.e (havin my idea of a perfect morning)
 I never realised when my mornings turned out to be so serene n spiritual ... Wn Spanish music became a lot more than what it used to be....
 I never realized when my goals became urs too ... N ur problems became mine ...
 I never realised when i found my inner light while holding ur hand to make u find ur lost one ....
 I never realised when ur small successes became my source of joy n pride for u ...
 I never realised when we dreamt a whole life time of togetherness...
 I never realized wn my broken fettered songs became ur music ...
 Wn my messed up words became ur literature...
 I never realised wn ur head on my lap made me feel complete as a woman...
 I never realised wn ur arms became my castles of protection ...
 I never realised wn my ill health made u sound so responsible n mature...
 I never realised when my unspoken call became ur lucky charm...
 Amidst all these sweet nothings ... God worked his magic ...
 N I NEVER REALISED WHEN ....
 U BECAME MY SUPERMAN....
‪#‎supersix‬
‪#‎ammy‬ heart emoticon
‪#‎togetherness‬

Sunday, 25 January 2015

HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY

Vande matram ..
 Welcome aboard fellow countrymen and the sapiens of the world ...
 Welcome to the ship called India.... A ship so magical whose existence in itself is a magic for the only nation in this world which isn't a monolith .... So what binds India together is nothing more than a magical string of indianess...
 Let this sacred day be our tribute to the brave hearts ...our warriors ... Our martyrs ... Our children who are the treasures of our glorious future ahead ... Our women without whose selfless love and unsurmountable achievements' we cant even imagine an entity called India . .... To the worker ...to the indian proletariat...the real hands that have made India ... The freedom fighters .... The intellectual minds who have framed the destiny of this nation .... To 1.5 billion hearts that beat for India...
 Lets pledge that these hearts would beat not just India but the entire human race ....coz this feeling only has made India what it is ... N what it will be ...
 THE CRADLE OF HUMAN RACE ....
 JAI HIND ...
 JAI BHARAT...
 SATYAMEV JAYATE ...
‪#‎REPUBLIC_DAY‬
GLORY UNTO INDIA ....
‪#‎ATHENA‬
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