I welcome you…

I welcome you ;
the good , the bad,
the nasty , the sad,
the disappointing, the revealing,
the expected, the unknown,
the peaceful, the envious,
the misfortunes, the glorious,
the lessons, the blessings,
the falls, the climbs,
the moments, the memories,
the gut wrenching pain, the freedom from letting go,
the venom hissed, the healing words,
the spite, the hugs,
the hurt, the love,
the cold, the warmth,
the luxury, the necessities,
the old me, the new me,
the family, the friends,
the betrayals, the loyalty,
the kindness, the arrogance,
the small things, the finer details,
the vivid colours, the rough edges,
the death in life and the life in death.
I welcome you all.
Thank you for making my life dazzle me on.
Grateful. Extremely truly grateful..

-Leandra Rodrigues.

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Sometimes.

And sometimes life will take you to paths forbidden, paths you never wished to walk,

paths unknown, paths with steep slopes and dangerous rocks,

Sometimes you will assume that you are doomed, and God has been unfair, 

Sometimes you fail to see that the path you took wasn’t what you wanted, but needed to be who you are.

Each different direction life takes us and we act rigid to accept, adapt and change, 

Each time the wrong which feels too very wrong, 

has something right about it hidden in its depths,

something about finding yourself,

something about learning to love one self,

something about learning who you are,

how much you can take,

and how brave you can be,

These directions take us through the furnace and through the meadows,

sometimes we get so used to the furnace, the grill, the burns, that accepting the meadows feels alien.

and sometimes the meadows feel like home and the furnace like a never ending prison.

Everyone at some point, has this fluctuation.

You go through all that you go through to rise through it and become something even more wiser than before. 

The refusal to change and act rigid is the process of denial. Snap out of it. You can’t escape the paths. 

Some of us are so cautious, that we plan every day of our lives. Mind you the inevitables and paths that you need to take work through a divine plan and will find a way over and above your plans. 

Call it fate, destiny, karma or God… For me it’s God.

Life is preplanned by God, but is an unknown present to us. The present where we breathe is NOW, unwrapping the gift, parts we love, parts we like, parts we hate, parts we deny. But all of it hidden, known and unknown; liked , loved or hated, or denied, is life. 

Accept what it is, for this will help you accept you. Rigidity to accept life tantrums will slower your process of being you. 
Have a good day.

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.

#14 Her_thoughts

For years,

all she learnt was what people hate

about her,

and their hate,

became what she hated too.

What they said,

became what she believed.

Until it became so unbearable,

that she let go of the hate,

that crushed her whole.

And now all the parts that the world

disapproves about her,

are the very edges she is learning to love,

and all those edges the world envied she had,

are becoming her solace for fresh beautiful starts.

So now when all is hushed,

and all is calm,

even the chaos seems to drift apart.

She is learning to shut it all out,

you, your actions , your words, dear world even your mocking laughs,

I’ve learnt you are brutal ,

but I’ve also learnt you can be warm and kind and motivating and beautiful,

So I will choose to ponder on the good vibes you gush my way,

than the harsh ones that always cause dismay.

(This pic is clicked by me .)

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#13 Her_thoughts

Because even in its raw form,

I fell in love,

I twisted the brushes,

and cut through it rough,

layered it with paints,

so all pierced cuts were sealed.

And slowly just as the struggle kicked off,

everything that hurt began to heal.

And so in the chaos,

I found beauty,

beauty that lies deep within,

And in my serenity,

I chose to sing,

even when the lights were bleary dim.
#leeevibes

(this is painted by me…. actually it is the making of one of my masterpieces..  this one is incomplete and raw.)

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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

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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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Gazing above.

And as I stood still,

as I watched the night,

wrap the bluest sky,

in halos of darkness,

the bottom of which 

had fading lights,

and blues, and purples 

and blacks and pinks,

whisking in a pretty haze.

Angels above, whispering about a rising pearl,

Will it be the moon that darkness tonight drinks ?

as slowly the shadows turn into a neverending maze.
_Leandra.

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Had she had a spirit of rebel.

​And on days she had to behave,

she would wear her 4 inches,

sway her skirts,

and keep straight her mane.

And if she smiled,

it was surely a matter of grace,

but deep within,

she was smirking at fate.

Well bred, well fed,

she wasn’t meant to be a brat,

But she did wonder 

what would it be 

had she had a spirit of rebel ?

It wouldn’t have to be near the word caution,

it wouldn’t be her very evasion ?

of being modest and dreamy,

graceful and kind,

But Alas ! that’s uncanny,

since her spirit was tamed just fine.
_ L E A N D R A _
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#9 Her thoughts

My hair is the very curtain I won’t use to look away from you. 

Because if you catch my eye,

I’d want to hold your gaze.
Because may be in that moment

we might have an eternity to chase.
_ L E A N D R A _
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