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Dear Ocean

I know how it feels to rush across the shore,
to break into waves,

to splash and splatter,

and swallow the ground,

to be drowned in chaos,

and musical sounds,

to feel uneasy in the scorching sun,

and yet to gush through the blackened nights,

to crash across rocks a million times,

and still never stop.
There is beauty in your depths.
Much love,

Lea.

(This painting is made by me.)

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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.

Carpet of wrong turns.

Hidden carpet of wrong turns ,

take me to the skies,

lead me on , beyond the ways

I couldn’t pass by.

Hear me out, oh Wrong turns!

don’t make my life a lie,

I chose you over 

all that life offered without any spite.

You were so tempting and conniving

Oh Wrong turns!

I was Eve , you – the Serpent,

You bit me, you hissed,

even my tears I risked,

I lost a lot, Oh wrong turns !

Your carpet holds the dead remains,

you snatched away, you gnawed at me,

you left me brutally mundane,

I repent though, Oh carpet of wrong turns!

I repent not thinking wise,

but the lessons you gave,

you made me so brave,

I’m starting to believe, I can rise.

Flying through you , oh carpet of wrong turns !

I’m learning to live my life,

And so now when I choose the right,

I remember how you taught me

from wrongs how to reach out into the light,

So hidden carpet of wrong turns,

within me you reside,

take me over and above my fears,

help me build my might in this fight.

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Choices that we think are wrong. Or have wronged us, in some way or the other, aren’t actually wrong .

There is something right in them. Look harder and someday you shall see what I meant.

I have learnt far more better certain amazing things about life deeply through my wrong turns. No , there wasn’t just once I was wrong, I’ve been wrong a great many times, but I’ve learnt something always and made sure to be wise.

But sometimes it’s not about being wise or practical or living how you are expected to, sometimes it’s about intuition, it’s about feeling something right in the moment, these situations may be right for that moment and wrong in all other, but that doesn’t mean , it’s wrong entirely. For the moment it was created, that choice you made was meant to be, whether wrong or right, everything is fated, it is bound to happen, one way or the other, whatever we choose to live with or depart from, essentially is a part of a much bigger beautiful plan by our God.

So dear there, don’t feel disheartened about being wrong, or choosing wrong , stop feeling disappointed, repent though, work hard to forgive yourself and seek forgiveness where needed, work harder to understand the depths of the lessons hidden in this carpet of wrong turns.

As humans it is pretty normal for us to fall prey to it, don’t be too hard on yourself though, 

learn to let go of this carpet when it’s time, 

learn to heal, 

learn to feel that things happen and life stops for no one. 

Move dear, move forward, 

move into the light that awaits , 

whether right or wrong, you will find a way. 

Stay hopeful. Stay blest.

Much love. 

Lil drops of paint.

Do you know 

what a few drops of paint could do ?

It could paint your canvas anew!

Toss it over,

and move your hands,

add a few designs, textures and don’t plan,

let it flow, 

your thoughts finding paths

on blank pages and canvas,

Fall in love ,

with every sprinkle,

every dip,

every hue and shade,

as you create,

let yourself be filled with wonder,

there’s no imperfection,

there’s no blunder,

if you let yourself not hesitate but wander, 

in this lil space you created,

a place to be ,

in a moment so isolated ,

very much real,

very much true,

as you understand 

alil more deeply 

the joy of the greatest creator

who made you.
#leeevibes

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#12 Her_thoughts

All that was said, confused her more,

buried were mysteries waiting to pour,

deep thoughts, serious words,

wrecked havoc with her fears,

Insane were the expectations,

tearing apart her soul,

what would it be like,

had she been in a different role ?

Lil steps,

a few more days,

awaiting her freedom rays,

Deep breaths,

some more courage,

She could withstand

the coming haze.
#leeevibes
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(the above illustration is made by me.)

I’m better me than you .

​No. 

Now you listen to me.

Listen to my words,

I’ll give you clarity.

I may burn my hair or my soul,

I may change clothes sizes or my shape,

I may give you endless reasons for me to hate,

I may ask you to stay away,

or I may seek your presence in every day,

I may throw tantrums,

and swing by my moods,

I may sway today, and slay on my roof,

I may wear baggy hillarious pjs and look like a baboon,

or I may dress like so, you may think I was born in a magic salon,

I may talk less, but my thoughts shall always be loud,

in my head, there are a million sounds,

and if I choose to ponder on a few,

then please ! don’t always think,

it could be about you.

Because may be I’m better me than you.
#becausemaybeimbettermethanyou

#leeevibes

We often try to fit in, change and adapt and follow our ideal leaders so much, that we forget that we were not born to act like a carbon copy, we will fail miserably imitating someone else.

Let them be them . You can always respect that.

And respect yourself enough so you can accept what you are.

Because being you, is easy  , and natural and effortless and incredible.

Be genuine. Be you. Love yourself. 

Respect yourself and never oppress yourself when disrespected. Let those that make you feel lesser, know that you are fire honey, and you are enough. 

Take care of yourself.

Loving oneself and priding over oneself are two different things.

Love is not self obsession. Love is being kind and respectful towards oneself without putting others down.

Your self love should make others want to love themselves too, not make them hate themselves because of how you obsess over yourself and name it self love.

Love yourself selflessly .

Be kind hearted. Always.

Stay blest.

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Painting is Therapy #3

Step alil further,

step alil slower,

Chase alil faster,

mingle in the sweet afters.

Let’s run these scenic miles,

deep breaths, 

happy smiles,

calm heartbeats,

peaceful positive vibes,

drink in the beauty,

that nature unfolds,

be lost in the faded mysterious stories untold,

laugh as autumn leaves turn the world orange,

and smile as spring brings in colors of change,

dance to the melody of moody gushing rains,

sway to the clouds thundering insane,

swing in the belly of the meadows so lush,

whisper over mountain tops that in sun’s rays blush,

be smothered with kisses of snowflakes and dewy mist,

lift up your hands and fall back on the purest snow spreading your wings,

small steps across the sand, the waves which such steps chase,

hiding the past, wiping the sorrows ,

everything left behind in time is erased.

The sky is sometimes blue or white or orangish pink,

peppered with birds having feathers of the softest dreams,

Oh Nature! your touch, spreads warmth so serene,

Take me to the morrows of your banquet evergreen.


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