What is freedom??

Freedom?
What is freedom?
And freedom from what.
We do not want freedom from anything, but our inner self.. something that holds us to be something else. We all want the freedom to express ourselves, to be accepted, to be heard, to be loved and not loved, and much more beyond our thoughts. Whenever it comes to freedom celebrations, i am reluctant because i still feel I am not liberated nor gained my freedom. I hide things because i am afraid of not being accepted..we hide our real identity to save ourselves from judgemental talks,  blames and shame we might bring to the other. Is this the real freedom we celebrate? No…there is no celebration until we can show the world what we are in real..and be accepted.
It’s strange, but the truth is that we all are never accepted as who we are…we all become a replica of what others want and not what others can’t because we all get outcasted for being real.
Be fake you are Accepted everywhere.
Be nice you are accepted.
Be good you are always welcome.
Be what they want to be, you will never be typecasted.
Strange.!!
But truth.
It’s is time to bring the change.
And change begins in you.
Think smaller…you will be able to make the change from there.
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TheChaoticPoetess
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What you define..is not what she is…

She is a woman.
Designed to be the symbol of sacrifice, elegance, and blah blah blah.
She wishes to cut her hair..or grow her hair…because it is not what defines her.
She wishes to marry or not marry…because that is not what defines her.
She never following your rules ..so she is a spoiled brat… especially the one never to be followed.
But yea, you come to her when you are troubled.
She is angry and doesn’t want to cook..but yea she has a load of expectations hanging right on her back…
It weighs too much.
She is angry or sad..she wants to quit everything she does and walk away.
Oh..my then i become selfish…
She enjoys silence….then you say..she is hiding something.
She enjoys poetry..or romance… Then you define….she is truly a bitch…she needs sex all the time or she is craving.
Without even realizing she is a human being.
She is bound to wake up and feed all at home..even before she tells a bit..else she is entitled as selfish.
So..when do you think she gets her break.
Is it when she is old enough to be on the death bed.
Her struggles go unseen.
Because she is weaker.
She has no voice.
But stay sane.
As if everything is what she loves…
The moment she is out of your control.
You treat her like a wild dog. Needs to be tamed.
But you forget.
She is a tigress.
Who can be the best when untamed
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TheChaoticPoetess
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Nothing to Undo..Nothing to Redo

I randomly search the Pinterest page..to atumble on something that kicks open my writing…that’s how i deal with any writer’s block.. but yes..the writer’s block solution works only in this case wherein i am free to scribble anything i want irrespective of my word games, my spelling that goes wrong all the time and my words catching with the speed of my brain…
Forget that.
What i was saying is nothing to be undone and nothing to be redone..in life.
It’s because we become what we eventually do and not something that we want to undo.
What we already have done has become legendary that’s y we still wanna redo it….but again..there are no chances as such.
But again, if you ever get a chance do it.
Life gives you all ups and downs and it makes you who you, the very you, who are reading this.
So be proud of what you are..and yes do things, you would wanna redo and undo at times..that’s life.
Munch on your fav snack.
Love someone so deeply that you are hurt.
Love simply without any demands…
Get hurt.
Fall.
Stumble.
Have a life.
Give a life.
Take pain.
Forget pain.
Soak in rain.
Travel.
Drop your plans.
Work out your plans.
Lose weight.
Gain weight.
Lose yourself.
Find yourself.

Yes, in the end, it’s all about finding yourself amidst all this….even if it means, you lose yourself over a couple of times..who is keeping a count on it…just go for it.

TheChaoticPoetess
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What Women’s Day truly mean to Me

Perfect morning and I am as usual into the daily chores. But again what was so special about the day? Nothing, but it was International Women’s Day, and it is all perfectly normal for me.
Like always, I posted something for Women’s day, and all wished me the same. I too wished the same to all.

A strong woman is someone who does not bother about gender equality but works of her caliber. She doesn’t beg or fight for her position, because she earns it on her way. She doesn’t need feminism or war, because she is beyond it.
Be it a mom, a little girl, or even a grandmother, homemaker, entrepreneur, or even a working lady…she has her own identity which is unbreakable.
Respect her, and she gives it back double.
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Happy Women’s Day to all my dear ladies out there.
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Sreepriya Menon

But then I realized, do we women actually feel the speciality of this day?

Do we feel that we are being especially accepted or just accepted at least?

Why do women I know, feels quite related to contents posted on inequality, gender gap, no financial independence, security and safety, emotional abuse and much more violence?

Are we truly celebrating the day with a whole heart or a hole in the heart?

Dont we all truly feel the pain of injustice happening to all the women in the world or maybe anything related to a human being?

I do not claim that all women are oppressed, but many are.

There are child rapes happening, rapes and abuse and much more, but never given justice.

Don’t you think that these injustices happening around need to be curbed for the good?

Why we celebrate this Women’s day

  • when most women around us are not even valued for their gender?
  • when there are numerous child rape cases happening and only the women are blamed for it?
  • When there is domestic abuse occurring, but again the women do silently suffer without hesitance?
  • When women themselves are blaming their own kind, how can even man support it?
  • When the gender gap is created by women itself.

how can justice prevail, when the women are not into it together. If I say I would blame the women in the society for downgrading themselves to the level of being treated like trash.

The mothers teach their daughters to silently suffer marital rape and be in a relationship, where they suffer a lot in the name of society. The mothers teach their daughters to do household chores and ask the boys to sit on the couch and enjoy snacking. When the women themselves are not confident enough to think better of themselves and blame the other independent women to be bitch who never take care of the family, she is bounded to, it is indeed a big war among the same breed.

But again, women need not have any ones approval to be what she wants. All she needs is to be accepted as who she is irrespective of all factors that categorize her as a woman. Let her be her….and he be him. Why mix coffee and tea as they both have their own flavours and taste.

Whole in whole, I feel like a complete woman in my own way. For me, being whole means I do not need an identity as a mom, or a daughter or a sister .. all I need is the identity of a whole woman, not a tag line that lingers around me.

And someday I shall achieve it, no matter what. But again, once i attain it, all the identity that lingered with me will shatter away, because, those roles I carried on till then need me in the way they want, not how I wanted myself to be.

Till then, Women’s day is yet another day in my life.

Yet!

To all Women who feel complete in their life

Happy Women’s Day !!

Do let me know in the comments, how you feel complete. I believe everyone has their own reasons. Even men can comment, what’s your idea of a complete woman.

Have a Great Day !!!

The veil

She set fire to her dreams, to build a home for someone whom she never knew. All she trusted was her parent’s words and set on a journey unknown to her.
Loaded were her Ghoonghat(veil) with the weight of expectations and her sorrows were unseen in those long veil which was used as a symbol of culture..but indeed was only hiding her truth echoing eyes…The veil hid all her emotions that were reflecting in her eyes.
Every torture, every unhappy thought, and even her resentment remained shadowed by the veil.
She was asked to do everything in the name of duty…but none even displayed their duty towards the bride of the house.
She continued to live in those shadows without even an opportunity to speak out.
Even her cries were stifled in the name of family name and fame…
Time flew…
The veil finally wrapped her. Her sorrows went unheard like her last cry for help.
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Soulrecitals
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