Soulful Musings

Dream is a reality, Living in the back of head, The dream lives within us, Developing a deep love for the dream, For our own soul., Dreaming is like loving ourselves Is a kind of love, Which doesn’t hurt, Because we work to make the dreams come true, We manifest a love where we are understood and loved, Where the partners reciprocate the love, But it’s just a dream, Where love doesn’t hurt, Where you dream of a love, That doesn’t hurt anymore.

Shy, soft, kind; that’s how I am, I dream fiercely, About what I’ve manifested, The fierce, feisty version of me, Not unkind but passionate, loving, I see what I am not, Independent, pretty, unapologetic, I dream all I aspire to be, I might not do certain things in reality, But I dream of owning a home, A built-in library. Every little thing, all mine, And that’s all the love mingled into a dream.

Silence stayed when everyone else left, Her truth stayed when lies won, She never loved chaos, she admired silence, Not just the quiet, but the longing, It’s not about being asocial, It’s about choosing calm amidst the chaos, Savoring the stillness of being with herself, The world judged her, taunted her, But the silence stayed, It’s her silence, one that didn’t judge, And when others left her alone, Her silence s

Silence speaks when words go silent, When no one understands the words, Silence speaks when, Emotions are unheard, When tears fall in the dark, When screams echo in the closed room, With no one to hear, That’s when silence speaks, Calming the screams of the heart.

In the old wooden box, Lay the dream she buried, Her dreams, her love ; all locked, Her wings to fly, cut long ago, Pushed into things she didn’t like, Telling her that’s life, She packed away her dreams, Growing into someone beautiful but composed, She doesn’t dream, she just smiles, The remnants of her dream still in the haze, She’s past it but the dream still lingers in her soul.

The Forest of Enchantments by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni has a knack for illustrating the inner stories of the women from the epics. The Forest of Enchantments is one such example. The book is written from the point of view of Goddess Sita. When Valmiki presented the Ramayana to her — the story glorifying Lord Rama — she was surprised that it held no truth about her, about the life she had lived in Ayodhya and during exile with Rama. The divine lady then composed Sitayan — th