I like strong willed women, but not in my home

A strong woman is always admired..loved and praised only when they are not yours. Most people especially men love independent women, but the moment it turns out to be their wives turn to be independent they are quite skeptical. Only a strong-willed man can be a perfect husband in the case of being around her when she wants to step out of her comfort zone and be independent.
The rest choose to give tons of excuses and enjoy only eulogizing other women.
A woman should always have the right to pursue what she wants to be in life. Sadly even in this era …i see men who are just downgrading them to be a household…they dont even respect how much they do for the home, and family.
Working or not working is her choice like you choose to smoke or not smoke ….never belittle her as she never disrespected your contributions to the home.
Sadly it’s not just men, it’s the women who raise them who should be put responsible because they are the ones who cut her wings and burn their talents to ashes.

Even though we are in a century where the human brain is marvellous…our mind is still in the well, not even trying to search for the light to enter, because we are afraid to break away from the norm.

Live and let live.

Sreepriya Menon
#sreepriyawrites #happinessquotes #motherinlaws #sadtruthofindiansociety #badhomes #beindependentgirl #findyourway #soulrecitals

I wish I knew…

I wish i knew.
That its ok to be imperfect.
It’s okay to be angry.
It’s okay to fail.
It’s ok to fall ….but get up again.

I wish i knew, that there are no perfect moms.
I wish i knew, that i could fail as a mom..and learn again…
I wish i knew, that i can be vulnerable…
I wish i knew, i could dream.

I wish i knew i could be as messy as i am.
I wish i knew that it was ok to be single…
I wish i knew, i could be unsuccessful…
I wish i knew i could move on even with a heart block.
I wish i knew i could be depressed and not judged.
I wish i knew, i could cry openly.
I wish i knew that i could get angry.
I wish I knew, I could learn from mistakes…
I wish I knew, that I can be beautiful in my way…
I wish i knew it was ok to be fat.
I wish i knew it was ok to be who i am.

#thechaoticpoetess #iwishicould #iwishiknew #beingme #beingme #beingfat

I am not a dumpster for your narrow thoughts…

I become the carrier of judgement…
People judge me, based on their perceptions of me.
Everyone has their point of view…
Which i differ with all along.
They see me as a bold woman.
Who writes poetry… especially erotic ones…
This is where the judgement comes into the picture.
Interested parties..come to me asking…many things.
Which i have zero interest in.
Still..approaches me, in the hope that i fall into their tricks.
They see me as gullible and vulnerable.
And judge my words.
It’s easy for them to assume that i am a harlot.
A fallen woman.
That’s the shortest their mind can travel.
They dont seek my consent.
They dont want to know me.
But use me…
All they forget is that they have women in their homes.
And it’s easier for me to point me to them…
Which might infuriate many…

But trust me.
I care none.
As they never cared for my emotions.
Remember folks.
I am no garbage dumpster for your narrow thoughts
I am a woman who has her own opinions.
Thoughts and much more.
Which I intend to sparkle in my words.
Don’t be a stereotype when it comes to women.

#justme #woman #, being a woman #mythoughts #notafeminist #garbage

The loner in me

Sometimes i wonder.
Why am i lonely sometimes.
I just sit, wondering
What’s happening around me.
Unable to intercept and react…
Unable to cry and smile.without aching my heart.
Because my world,
Is encapsulated in a world that cannot be seen.
At the tip of my fingers…
And when the world around me,
Is awakened.
I feel left alone…
Because my world is away in slumber…
I just sit,
And wait for the time to run…
To run and fade away.
Until the words arrive…
To soothe my mind. Which is chaos until peace arrives.

#thechaoticpoetess #loneliness #theworldaroundme #myworld #poemsonloneliness

Running away from the bustling city

As the world is,
Bustling away in front of my eyes.
As if there is no time to wait.
I stood there,
Awaiting my memories to accumulate in my mind…
To free me from these shackles of expectations.
To take me back to those moments, which my heart craves for more.
The moments which are imprinted in my soul.
The hustle and bustle of the world around me.. Fails to impress me.
As I began to travel to my past every moment of my life.
Familiarity is what I craved.
But all I was gifted was an unfamiliar world.
Which is promising me something…
Which takes me to take a step away.
Away from what I have been so far.
I shut my eyes,
When waves collide my eyelids.
To calm the storms that rage within me…
Confronting my soul,
I decide that I need to be stronger…
Stronger than I ever expected.
To move ahead…and not move on.
Because that is what I am.
I carry a piece of everything, I am forever…
As I know that, the ones meant for me,
Will never part ways with me.
#thechaoticpoetess #missinghome #herstory #she #beingher #newbeginning