An Ode to the beauty of Womanhood!
For a long time we kept quite,Then came the time of upheaval and mental riots,Now they say "Feminism?- its talked too much about,Let's take something different, something that's not boring!"Woman, her needs, her wants and her life is not just a topicfor entertainment that gets "boring" with a period of time!Its a basic human right to raise voice against anything that's oppressing,demeaning and not treated with dignity!Body shaming, character assassination, catcalls and what not!Being a woman isn't easy, or does the world make it sound like that?From strangers to the boy you sit with in the classdon't know who's gonna caress your butt at any cost.But if you scream or complain, "Its all your fault"!Enough is enough!!#NOTALLMEN, I agree!but why do all women have a terrible story to tell?Her Husband beating her up black and blue,her guy-friend invading the space of hers,Rapes and acid-attacks, death threats to forced suicides!Like the pain of bleeding every month isn't enough!!To every strong women out there, you deserve the best of all worlds,let no one make you feel less of your worth.You are beautiful, you are valid, you are sane!let no one make you feel otherwise.
Thamburati - The Queen
Strokes of Love, Strokes of growth Illustrated by Gayathri Ramachandran |
Thamburati grew up from being her father’s little princess to her father’s huge Prarabdha(burden). She is high maintenance, they said. Getting her educated was like giving the sword to the warrior, and the world is scared of a weaponed warrior. Few killed her before she saw the world, few killed her after, but her existence is the source of life. She will be born through her own kind, she will make more of her like a garden of flowers spreading the fragrance of all kind, She will ensure the perenniality of life- after-life.
she is innocent yet fierce, patient yet adamant, strong yet feeble, she is Agni-the fire! The creator, the maintainer, the destroyer! Thamburati isn’t the one who make apple pies for Thamburan who worked nine to five, she had her own magic spells to keep her life going without a sigh. She is incredibly beautiful with stretch marks - each stroke telling a story of her growth, her uneven skin- which wasn’t soft as clouds of the heaven, or her feminine voice- which isn’t as lovely as the first rain over a million years. Cause her beauty isn’t to meet anyone’s definition or demeaning eyes.
Illustrated by Gayathri Ramachandran Inspired form @charlenevols |
Her lovely limbs were that of any woman- which had hair, tan and scars. Her navel- a thesis I could write on that! Her bosom could be saggy or not, but always remains as the god’s best work of art. Her eyes-within which resides the solutions of what you are looking for. Her smile- that tickles the insides of your heart. Every cell of her body is a poetry of its own, but not all are a fan of sophisticated poems. You can only assume or apprehend a line or two, which may or may not be true!
Few try to read, but poems are to be felt! Moreover, Poems are not meant for everyone to deal with. It’s just for the ones who could dive the depth of her soul, solve the mysteries and find the gravity of what’s pulling you towards her, a paramount force unknown. A perfect blend of peace, hope and happiness like a midnight bonfire set in the cold crept night up in the mountains to clear out fog of despair. She cloud be light enough to flow with the wind, as strong enough to burn everything in the flow of wind!
Illustrated by Gayathri Ramachandran |
Thamburati is she - every woman you know, every woman you see, every woman you come through in the walk of life!
You never fail to impress me with your words girl🔥❤ Long way to go🔥❤💯
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Indhu <3
DeleteYeah we are all thamburatis😍
ReplyDeletePinallah👑👑❤
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