Thankyou carolyn mam (lovenotes_from_carolyn ) for reposting ❤ Feeling accoladed❣
☆⛰☄ (Our Earth)
And when the inky blackness of the yon rich, gray rhenish and indefiably different sky, dilutes into a deep cerulean hue
Oh tell me have your eyes ever feasted on something so tranquil, surreal, yet true!
The sun defies the boundries of colours, illuminating like the crux of tangerine earth's core
//The soft and moist autumnal breeze making the weather-vanes caper, and fragrant shamrocks whiff of iridescent petrichor//
Heavy clouds of pewter grey swirling overhead mimicing the softest ball of cotton wool, Eyes misting from the drizzle of a scenic torrent bleeding into its own bed of whirlpool,
"Parched" being an anonymous entity, In this paradise, succumbing to its own beauty, colours and abysmal constellation's trinity,
The dancing winds, as if rehearsing ballet on the melody of "swan lake", A booming bell echoing in the heart looking at all this exquisiteness our mother nature can make,
Blessed are we to thrive on a planet which is synonymous to "Paradise", Heaven lurking from every corner, healing the grief-ridden heart with every dawn's rich and radiant sunrise
//Those emerald green and sapphire blue intermingling with our soul, It is them who decipher human destinies, as if we are sitting in a terrarium bowl,//
Ecstasy runs in the veins of our plethoric globe, Enriching our soul with all the colours of a rainbow, Kissing our skin with every contact, Beauty embellished even in its dry terrain, wet tropicals or the ivory frozen tundra's snow
Shamrocks : small hills
Weather-vanes: A weather vane, wind vane, or weathercock is an instrument used for showing the direction of the wind. It is typically used as an architectural ornament to the highest point of a building
Torrent: a strong and fast-moving stream of water or other liquid
Trinity: holy combination of three. like father, son and holy spirit
Swan Lake: Swan Lake, Op. 20, is a ballet composed by Russian composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky in 1875–76. Despite its initial failure, it is now one of the most popular ballets of all time.
Terrarium: A terrarium is usually a sealable glass container containing soil and plants, and can be opened for maintenance to access the plants inside
The first boy who held my hand told me boys didn’t want to hear about vaginas bleeding.
Younger me could smell the misogyny,
*Vaginas only meant to be fucked, breasts only meant to be sucked, mouths only meant to quiver, ‘Ugh, please, fast.’*
Yet, I am silenced!
//For all we boil down to is sexual interaction,Not just me, my mother, sisters, friends, all quicken their pace post 8:30 in the evening,//
My mom telling me to wear skirts out less often, Nirbhaya and more, left forgotten.
We don’t want to be daughters, do we?
So I wear my jeans long and wear my tops high,Don’t show my cleavage or a hint of my thighs,
//Risking not my virginity, but my life,My hymen seems to be sacred, be sacred, told to keep it till I’m a wife,//
If not, I’m a whore, a slut, a skank and more, Not as pure as I was before,
15 year old Laxmi didn’t like 32 year old Guddu and Guddu dealt with it real maturely, he made her the victim of an acid attack, Laxmi could be your sister, your girlfriend, your cousin. We’re girls, women, human, not a burden,
//I ask my male friend to drop me home because his privilege will protect mine, I’m sorry dad, for I was catcalled in my uniform at the age of nine,//
This isn’t an all men thing I know,Trust me, I do, But the men I can trust are only a few,
At the age of twelve, my bra straps were sexualised. At the same time, we don’t get those damn sexual rights,
My aunt raped by her husband, but marital rape is fine, Pucker up, it’s a mad design, get in line,
So what I’m trying to say here tonight is, I’m sorry I was brought up in a family where my brother taught me wrong from right, Where my mother believes in our generation to better the world,Make it slightly easier for each and every girl,
Thank you. For I see men in this room, Reaching out to help, realizing the bane of the womb, Being saved by the sane of a few, We’re all collectively reaching out for you. Thank you.
Thankyou for the repost Ms.Carolyn___❤ Lovenotes_from_carolyn
(°•Trigger warning for the 1st three quatrains•°)
They Chopped her clitoris off, Sexual pleasure for women be sin?! Mutilated her genitals- Left her with bleeding vulva and lacerated skin.
//Bearing the agony, Of a thousand exposed clitorial nerves, She used to shriek and Curl up like a ball after urinating, Wailing and whimpering,the pain she never deserved.//
Our littile flora was 13, he was 60, She being sold for couple of camels and sheep Marriage was synonyms to trade, "Can your inata satisy me?"asked the old creep.
Her swarthy skin, Like freshly kneaded cocoa with creamy batter, She raised her voice,revealing her story, Accorded as every littile girl's alma mater.
Cocooned in pupae of wretched world, That littile girl morphed into- the century's biggest supermodel, A paragon of beauty, Passing the gwaping crowds like a Monarch devoiding any toddle.
//Our nomadic beauteous queenie, Became the best selling author in two ticks of clock, She triumphed as an UN special ambassador against female genital mutilation, Starstrucking the world with sanguine,upbeat and rosy talk//
☆She was the mareless orb of night, Our luna, the epitome of salvation, Envied by the pistol nebula, As entralling as a solved Quantum equation.☆
She manifested that- Beauty, glory and prestige ain't flesh in origin, They who butchered her, Later celebrated her as their most esteemed religion. :)
//She edified, Womanhood can never be mangled Ladies, our souls have plethora of femininity Never keep shush, You can inevitably roar for your sake and integrity//
♡Our heartful adieu to you Ms Waris Dirie, "You were like a 4 leaved clover in frozen tundra", You were the pertichor on a thirsty-parched land, An angel with all the superpower, The most beautiful,ethereal and seraphine "Desert Flower"♡
|Inata| somalian for daughter, Ms.Dirie belonged to Somali
|Swarthy skin| dark skin
|Accorded| grant someone (power or recognition)
|Gwaping| to stare with the mouth open in wonder or astonishment
|Alma mater| former educational institution
|Toddle| move with short unsteady steps
|Mareless orb of night| full moon without craters
|Pistol nebula| The Pistol Nebula is located in the constellation Sagittarius. It surrounds one of the most luminous stars known, the Pistol Star.
|Inevitably| bound to happen
|You were like a 4 leaved clover in frozen tundra| quote written by me <3
|Pertichor| a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather
|Seraphina| is the feminine form of the Late Latin male name Seraphinus. This name comes from the biblical, Hebrew word seraphim meaning "fiery ones" and referring to an order of angels that had six wings each. The Seraphim were described by the prophet Isaiah in the bible.
I don't remember how we started to exist in each other's lives. And only existed, for years. Blatantly unobvious, our presence to each other. And who thought, a story could be told of us. And who thought, I will be the one writing it down. To that day when you stirred waves in a silent ocean when probably you realized I filled some part of your heart, and filled with more than just space. And it made all the difference. Didn't know it would, because the waves hadn't hit me as yet. I pushed you hard to go back, to being what we had been for all these years. Mainly because, I was afraid of my surreal notions of love being shattered. It had to be like magic, sweep me off my feet. How could something that had grown around me for years, have the audacity to offer me love ? So we went back to quietly existing in each other's lives- With storms neatly rolled up beneath your eyes, and indifference beneath mine. Didn't think we would last this long Against all odds- we did. And now, The waves are pretty much hitting the shore, I'm afraid what land they'd end me on, So I'm just hoping I drown.