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#16 Her_thoughts 

​Shush now..

There’s too much noise,

In my head

Or is it your voice?


Wait! who are you ?

I asked the space 

around my fingers 

that stared ahead,

greeted with silence yet again,

But somehow 

this time felt like 

I’m home 

peaceful sans  pain. 

-Leandra .R.

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Dear Miss 24,

Dear Miss 24,

As frightening as this phase in the unknown is, and let’s not forget the increasing societal pressures of things I’d rather not delve into at the moment,

Take a breath. Stay calm.
Saying aloud that you’ve already grown past two decades, is tough if you make it feel so.

Age is what but just a number that will remind you how much in experience and maturity you have grown. Let it not bother you because it bothers the society around. 

Let’s accept the fact that you are here, right this moment, right where you are planted to grow or to bloom, to sprout or to remain still.
Be still in this moment, Love, for life can be as complicated as you make it. 

Even though you sometimes overthink, know that everything shall pass. Someday you won’t remember what bothered you in the yesters. 

And tomorrow’s worries have never made your day any brighter.
How about you focus on the goals on your checklist?

There’s lots to do, lots to achieve, and such exciting places to be.
It’s not a storm anymore , beloved. 

It’s life. And dont make it a battlefield 

until your sole focus is victory. 

Live life in the now, the present, however tough that may seem.
You don’t have to feel obliged to be good and go out of your way, when you know very well, you still have to learn to say ‘No’, try to figure out how to deal with the negativity that follows your refusals. 

Also note those who turn bitter when you say no , and you know you aren’t wrong to do so, then do not fall prey to fake emotional torments, but stand by yourself, you deserve to make your own decisions, and ought to let go of people who stick by you for want of something that degrades you and your self esteem. If they stick to you regardless, there’s no ulterior motive there, be not afraid to vibe.
Sometimes it’s how you treat yourself that matters more than how anyone around will treat you.
Self love my dear soul, self love will help redeem the scars of the many “I am not enoughs” your mind is filled with.
For now, as you still embark on a journey to inspire, 

to create something with your fire and to grab those goals you’ve always dreamt of, let’s ensure your soul never ever tires.
Your’s always,

Leandra.

Do not tolerate body shaming.

I’m a pear shaped body with a soul that is garden to kindness and happy vibes. But very often I am also a victim of body shaming and (skin ) discrimination. Like people look at me and pity how I look, my body, or my skin, they feel annoyed and make me feel like I’m a disgrace sometimes. Just because I’ve got some undisguised layers of fat or muscle, which in their opinion isn’t the right way I should be. 

Here’s what I have to say to you : 

Someone told me today,

that my curves are what makes me who I am.

And not to pay heed to criticism I face on a day to day basis.
Even though she said the West craves for a body like mine, I somewhere hoped that perhaps if I was in the West , I’d not feel completely alien sometimes.
Body shaming is downright degrading people !
It took me longer to come to terms with what I am and accept myself at that. Self love is tough when your opinions get in the way. It’s a journey that never ends. And I’m on mine. I will not tolerate your blows to bruise my soul.
My worth can never be assessed based on  fake pathetic  beauty standards and catastrophic world benchmarks.
I’m fine being me. Imperfect as you say, flawless as I feel,

tinted on my edges and excited about my dreams.
If you have something kind and good , I’m all ears. 

But again, a non appreciative tongue always bites you back.
Don’t weigh your judgemental opinions over the sensitivity of others. Be human enough to let them live in their own space. 

If you have a problem, change your direction. 

Do not be a “knowitall” giving unwanted advices and harsh criticism when not needed.
If you know me in person, you’ll know for a fact I have a few friends that I feel my vibration with. The lesser, the better. 

I’ll be kind and good to you, so long it is reverted back with the same equilibrium.
If not, my silence is your guest.
So dear everybody being the victims of body shaming, love yourself so highly that the petty sly opinions of people , who probably eat bitter-gourds and venomous snakes the whole day, never mess with your positive vibes. 

Slay your way your day ,belle !
Ciao Adios , I’m done .😉 #leeevibes
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You are a Masterpiece .

This isn’t a spiritual video.. but worth watching..  

Sometimes we have everything.

Everything to live a normal happy life, yet in it all we are unhappy, because we fail to be grateful and at peace with what we have, we want more.

We find fault in us, our surrounding, others, our life , our fate. We are so critical with everything that it is difficult to enjoy the simplest things, to praise God for the minutest things that are essential, yet we fail to acknowledge them- 

our breath, our loved ones, us, a roof, food, our parents, ourselves. 

What we are, where we are, how we are, is exactly what God has planned us to be like and he has planted us where we stand today. 

He is with us. Be grateful for that. 

God only  creates masterpieces, and you and me are as well.

Art will find you.

Reminders…. 🍁🍁 ..

● It’s okay to sometimes have a hard time choosing your colours.

● It’s okay to try using new color schemes, learn new techniques and mess up a tad bit.

● It’s okay to feel anxious and worried after a “no mood, nothing good” vibe.

● It’s okay to find it difficult to sometimes start, improvise and thrive . 

● It’s okay to look around, feel overwhelmed with the level of creativity and intensity your fellow artists work with. 

● It’s okay, to sometimes just stand there, hold your palette and be mesmerized with the hues at hand, that confuse you with what to start and how to end. 

● It’s okay. It is completely okay.

Smile. When the going gets tough , you can always start with your comfort colour. 

Mine is yellow.
What about you ?
#leeevibes 

Thanks for liking my words.

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Tiny details – more life.

Doesn’t this look like a card ?

Even though the edges of an unused canvas have the remains of my last paintings, 

I can’t stop staring at these tiny bits,

that make me sigh in contentment.


When I see them ,

even the tiniest drop of colour,

inspires me,

ignites my spirit,

sets ablaze my being,

it’s like sometimes 

I just can’t control,

this maddening 

urge to paint something, 

anything, everything.


If nature had no colour, 

would it still refuel you and me ?


if my edges won’t have the remains,

would I still fall in love with my work ?


if you have no scars,

would you still have a story 

worth feeling proud about?


if you stack away the remains,

would you still manage to live 

without doubts ? .

Sometimes

things, set us free,

things that go unnoticed,

things that we fail to observe,

those tiny simple things 

that when chosen

make the most perfect choices,

those tiny details 

that make a difference.

Live… acknowledge.. the tiny details.. stay happy… be at peace..

Her love.

Her love was an ocean,

serene, gushing, trembling, rushing, 

Her love was incapable 

of sensing wrong from right,

Her love was uncanny

unconditional, her heart open to uncompensable smites,

Her love was laughter in those drastic storms,

Her love was lusting for understanding deep and warm,

Her love was compassion, endless chances 

to righten wrong ,

Her love was the very poison,

that squelched her  & cornered her into abjection.

And yet, when all failed her,

and she ameliorated from the overwhelming clamor,

Her love sustained & renewed her soul’s armour.

Her love which sought to go directions , all went,

now is seeking ways to make amends,

coming back to what was once empty,

Rustling inside her , like a spring of hustling confetti.