I just wanted to share with you all that one of my prose poems got published on HerStry. I would love for you to check it out here. Thanks!💕
We were born to soar.
But from the moment we arrive,
we are anchored by barbels,
held back with chains,
for our own good,
until we’re old enough to know
right from wrong,
safe from unsafe.
But by the time we’re set free
to roam the big, bad world,
those chains have grown comfortable.
We trust their weight,
feel at home with them,
The wings we once had
have atrophied from neglect;
it’s not like we could have actually
This is not the way.
This is us drowning in fear.
These chains are more cruel
We walk through fire
to melt them off,
melting ourselves in the process.
oh so slowly,
with no structure,
nothing holding us down.
our wings return to us,
our hope restores us.
We take baby steps forward
We fumble at first,
no idea what to do
or where to go.
The draw of the clouds,
the nudge of the breeze,
the cheers of our loved ones
raise us right up.
If we keep ourselves
light and attentive,
the wind whispers to us
helps us flow there with ease
pumping ourselves up
where we must,
letting our Guide do the rest.
But beware of the chains,
ever present in our memories.
Don’t be fooled by their shine
or lured by their lies.
You must remember
and keep remembering
who you really are.
Find others who will serve
you were born
You were given wings,
not as adornment
or to feed your pride,
but for a very particular purpose.
to unveil the truth
to show them the wings
they never knew
they always had.
Whenever I danced for my audience,
I received cheers and hearty applause.
That sound filled my heart with untold joy.
I felt like I was living for a cause.
For as long as I can remember,
I’ve belonged solely to my trainer.
He was strict when I needed discipline,
tested me till my act was a no-brainer.
And when I performed well, which I always did,
he’d reveal his softer side,
presenting me with the choicest treats,
petting me publicly with pride.
You see, I am a dancing bear.
I’ve always lived to please.
At first, my trainer kept me caged,
until he trusted I wouldn’t flee.
As I grew bigger in size,
less flexible and friendly-seeming,
he left me to my own devices,
found others to trap in his dreaming.
It was the first time I thought,
if I could no longer perform or please,
then who was I, really?
My trainer simply taunted and teased.
He made me feel unwanted, worthless.
One day, he flew into a rage so great,
I clawed and cowered in trembling despair,
before planning my stealthy escape.
I ran and ran for miles,
no direction or planned destination.
One morning, I woke in a grassy knoll,
the sun embracing me in salutation.
Despite having no clue what I should do,
in that moment, I finally understood,
this was a chance to live my life anew,
in as honest a way as I could.
Over the months and years that followed,
pure love blossomed from within.
When next, I came across my old trainer,
all I could do was mildly grin.
Now, I only felt sorry for him,
but immensely grateful, too,
were it not for his abominable actions,
I wouldn’t have discovered You –
the real audience for my deeds,
the One I was truly meant to please.
For all my rhetoric
about tearing down walls,
realizing you’re special,
feeling connected to the Universe,
there are moments
when I feel like I’m still the same
teenager I used to be,
and for all the work I’ve done on myself,
there isn’t much to show for it.
You can never fully escape depression,
no matter how hard you try
to hide from it,
to handle it,
to heal from it.
You will always have moments of weakness,
and depression will be right there,
lying in wait,
like a deceiving
yet oddly familiar crutch.
At such moments,
the best thing you can do
is to know
with utmost certainty
that it will pass.
It’s okay to sleep it off,
to talk to someone,
eat comfort food,
watch a funny movie,
or even find a corner to cry in,
to let yourself feel
and pointlessness of life,
because those thoughts will come.
It’s okay to lean into it,
and feel like you’re utterly
at rock bottom.
Just don’t act on it.
Hang in there.
Wait it out.
A couple hours,
a couple days.
Because it will pass.
You’ll notice that all the effort you’ve put in –
learning how to better yourself,
how to transcend the pain,
and grow towards the light –
it hasn’t been for nothing.
Your strength and resolve will slowly return.
Your deep-seated desire
to unearth yourself from the mire
will become your lifeline,
so that whenever you feel like you’re drowning
in a cesspool of negative energy,
your lifeline will always be there to pull you out,
back to consciousness,
back to your waking self,
and to your mission of lighting up the world
with your very existence.
Some people believe
you can measure the worth of your existence
solely by what you’ve achieved in life.
The truth is,
your worth can’t be measured.
Your value is inherent.
and it’s inked into the unfolding of your story,
which is itself entwined
into this infinite adventure called Life.
So before trying to conquer the world
by crossing off an endless list of to-dos
and achieving a myriad long-term goals,
remember to just BE.
Remember who you are
and who you aren’t.
Who you are is
a universe unto yourself,
born on this Earth to learn
in the magic of this world.
Who you are not is
There is no such thing as a mistake.
has a purpose.
And if you can’t find it,
And when you do,
revel in it.
Living with purpose is the ultimate antidote
The more you learn to believe in yourself,
the greater the heights you’ll climb,
until one day
you’ll find yourself soaring above the clouds,
able to help pull others out of their despair,
and into this One
life we all share.
We’ve all heard that it is good to give in the service of others, whether it be of your time, effort or money. But how often do we think about the benefits giving has on us?
Usually, at the end of a long day or gruelling week, I feel depleted, as if I have nothing left to give anyone, not even a smile or a kind word. I just want to be left alone to stew in my self pity, resentful that there is no one around to give me the love and attention I want.
Recently, while meditating, I opened up to a new idea. I had been focusing my energy on removing this painful block at the top of my spine, trying to will it away through the sheer use of my mind and breathing. Nothing worked. It was only when I stopped focusing solely on the pain, but rather, around it, on my body as a whole, and thought to myself, “Just release,” that the pain finally dissipated. It occured to me that “releasing” is a lot like “giving”. By giving my negative energy away, not to another person, but back into the universal pool where all energy exists, I was able to feel a sense of release, and ultimately, peace.
If we can start to think of giving, in all circumstances, as a release, it will do us so much more good than the people to whom we give. Whether it’s lending our voice to a cause, creating our art for the world, sacrificing our time to be better parents, or just sharing our resources with those in need, the act of giving is a privilege. The giver gets so much more out if it than he/she will ever know.
At the end of the day, when your exhaustion gets the best of you, instead of focusing on all that negative energy, aim to release it. Give it back to the universe. Sorry, world, I don’t want this resentment, this disappointment, this depression. You can have it back. I want to make room within me to receive something better from you – your endless supply of love.
It may not come from the exact person you want, in the exact way you want. But it will come, so long as you are open to receiving it. Being open means softening your heart, softening your expectations. It means accepting loving energy in whatever form it takes, and allowing it to replenish you.
So next time you think you have nothing left to give, give anyway – a hug, a smile, a kind word, a helping hand. Apart from the postive impact it might have on someone else, and the ripple effect that ensues, it will be a release for your soul, and a way to make room for replenishment.
Most people run away from pain.
It’s uncomfortable and disturbing.
We think it takes us away
from being able to enjoy life.
And yet, on the flip side of pain,
there is always pleasure.
They are two opposing sides of the same coin
that we haven’t learned how to flip to our advantage.
Most people just choose to stuff the coin deep within their pockets,
rejecting both pain and pleasure,
in favor of a routine life,
where both these experiences are tempered,
and life seems manageable.
Except that life isn’t meant to be managed.
It’s meant to be fully lived.
Despite our best efforts, life doesn’t bend to our will.
Instead, we’re the ones getting puppeteered through life,
thrown from one tumult to another,
taking solace in the breaks between each crisis.
What if there is a way for us to align ourselves with the Universe?
To reduce our depression and anxiety,
our chronic loneliness,
always feeling on the fringes,
What if there is a way to be happy,
but it involves taking out that dreaded coin,
and dealing with the pain in our life head on,
learning how to sit with it,
What if the force of releasing that pain
had the power to elevate us,
causing the coin to flip on its own?
Then we might feel the greatest pleasure of all –
To each other.
To that spiritual being lying deep within us.
The thing is,
there is no such thing as pleasure
If we didn’t have either of these experiences,
we’d be living a life of ennui.
Without the pain of our aching muscles,
getting a massage wouldn’t feel like such ecstasy.
Without the pain of going to school every day,
we wouldn’t have the pleasure of seeing our friends,
or in the long term,
the satisfaction that comes from achievement,
the joy that comes from using our education to better the world.
Without the travesty of war,
we would not truly cherish peace.
Many of us live with deep wounds,
from broken relationships,
or the loss of loved ones.
We endure tremendous pain,
absorbing it into our psyche,
allowing it to diminish our spirit,
trying, unsuccessfully, to ignore it
until it goes away for good.
But pain is like a leech.
It won’t leave
unless we learn
how to heal.
The path to healing is personal.
It’s not a one-size-fits-all set of guidelines
for finding your bliss.
Yes, talking to a therapist might help,
or joining a support group.
Yes, medication might be hugely beneficial,
or reading about personal development,
to new ways of thinking.
Or maybe, for you,
none of this will work.
Perhaps you just need patience
the sincere desire to evolve,
to transcend this human pain that is constantly weighing you down,
so you might find some semblance of peace –
and dare I say –
The path to healing is personal.
You must figure it out on your own
but not necessarily alone.
you’re never actually alone.
If you step out of your own way,
start ignoring your inner critic –
that pesky roommate who’s taken up residence in your mind –
let go of all your preconceived notions,
your antagonizing ideas about life,
your impressions of success and failure,
if you let go
that constant connection you have with the universe,
I promise you,
your heart will open up
to the truth.
Your path will be revealed.
Something beautiful will take shape
from the core of your being.
And if you can learn to trust it,
it will never steer you wrong.
If you are ready to face your trauma,
the challenge will be immense
but the reward exponential.
Because with healing,
comes the ability to help others.
And in the quest to help others,
you may just find your life’s purpose.
In helping others,
you’re creating a ripple effect
that will change the world.
And in helping others,
the person you’re actually helping the most,
I see you.
I see you struggling with life.
The burden of your job,
the responsibility of your relationships,
thinking that everyone else is succeeding in life
I see the pain,
and the sense of hopelessness
that life will never change for you,
that you’ll never get the chance to follow your dream,
that you don’t even have a dream.
You think there’s no way out of your situation,
or if there is,
you’re too damn tired to take it.
Perhaps you don’t realize
there’s a power you have at your disposal,
a portal into another world.
It’s not alcohol or drugs,
sex or sleep.
It’s your inherent ability to breathe.
Every living being can breathe,
in fact, so automatically,
it’s easy to forget you’re doing it.
But to breathe is to have power.
We often hear people say,
“You should stop and smell the roses,”
but how many times do we heed that advice?
How often do we breathe so deeply
that the smell of lavender tickles our brain cells into a natural high?
How often do we step away from the daily grind,
close our eyes,
and breathe in,
2, 3, 4,
then hold it…
and breathe out,
2, 3, 4,
and hold it?
At the end of a busy day,
when my shoulders are burning from stress,
and my back muscles are clenched like unrepentant fists,
I sit still,
I breathe in as if my life depends on it,
like I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have fresh air coursing through my lungs,
luxurious and exultant.
Then I breathe out,
as if the toxins I need to release from my body are emerging from a bottomless pit.
until each part of my body has untangled from its burdens,
until each part of my body feels loved and cared for,
until my skin feels ready to dissolve into the air,
allowing my inner being to expand
and encompass the world.
When I breathe
I can access another part of me,
the one that’s limitless,
and overflowing with love.
I choose to believe that there’s real magic in this world,
that portals do exist,
and energies can be manipulated.
I choose to believe
that if you spend more time being aware of your breath,
then suddenly everything will come into focus.
Your once burdensome job will seem like more of an adventure,
or a learning opportunity that has reached its expiration date.
Those relationships will feel more special,
tender and temporary,
or else, unworthy of your time.
You will start to see the pain and struggle in others’ eyes,
and realize, you’re not alone,
you never were.
We’re all going through the same process
of trying to remember
how to live and love,
of trying to remember
how to breathe.
Recently, I started working full-time in an office environment, after 12 years of being in Academia. It’s taking my body some time to adjust to the longer hours – the early morning, 45 minute commute, the long stretches of time sitting in front of a screen, and the exhausting return home during rush hour when I’m lucky if I can find a spot in the tube to stand, shoulder-to-shoulder with other weary passengers, who can’t wait to get home, plop onto their sofas and watch Netflix in a state of zombie-like zen (for those of us with kids to put to bed, this end-of-day ecstasy doesn’t come for another couple hours).
During my time on the tube, I’ve tried listening to music and reading books (yes, even standing up, with one hand clasped around a pole for dear life, and the other expertly holding the book and turning its pages with a flick of my thumb). As a person who’s recently stumbled onto, for lack of a better word, “meditation”, not by reading about it or watching YouTube videos, but quite accidentally and on my own, I decided one day to attempt it while crammed into the tube like a suffocating sardine.
Up until this point, I had only meditated while lying down. It was just simpler to tell people I wanted to lie down and take a nap, than to say, “I’m going to go focus on releasing my negative energy and replacing it with something much lighter.” That day on the tube, with nothing to do and nowhere to go, not wanting to whip out my phone and stare at it like everyone else was doing, I closed my eyes and began my process. At first, I felt a bit awkward. I mean, what would people think? It’s one thing to close your eyes and nod off while sitting, but to do it while standing? They would think I had the uncanny ability to sleep stand.
After a while, when I realized that nobody really cared enough to focus on what I was doing, I closed my eyes again and returned to my meditation. I took a deep breath in and keenly focused my concentration onto the topmost part of my head. As I breathed out, I felt an inner layer of soul skin slowly rolling down from my head to my toes, and an immediate sense of relief from letting it go. Another breath, in and out, focusing this time on my eyes – not exactly my eyes, rather the muscles around my eyes – and I felt the muscles relax, as another layer of consciousness unspooled within me.
With each breath, and each concentrated intention to release the stress from each part of my body, I peeled off all the layers of soul skin, until there was nothing left but raw, pulsating energy circulating within me. My physical skin tingled from its touch. The more I concentrated on it, the more the energy grew. It kept expanding, like a rising balloon, until it was ready to depart my nuisance of a body, with all its limitations, its aches and pains. This pure energy, that was really and truly me, rose up into the air and flew through the clouds, leaving behind the preoccupied people of the world, until they appeared as mere ants in procession, and later, as tiny dots scattered on the globe, and ultimately, were nowhere to be seen.
This being of energy wanted to go somewhere where it could grow, where it could combine with other beings into one enormous entity. This being felt like it could soar. This being felt like bliss.
As I experienced this energy-induced “high”, for a moment I didn’t feel like just another drained commuter going home, on a day that too closely resembled previous days, feeling like nothing she was doing really mattered in life. My spirit drifted, weightless and unburdened.
In an instant, the vehicle where I had left my physical body behind, came lurching to a violent stop. The energy magically returned to its original human packaging. My eyes opened to register my surroundings. I disembarked at my destination and joined the throngs of other worker bees headed home. But I had a little extra pep in my step. A renewed energy to get me through dinner, my son’s bedtime routine, and my own personal rituals for winding down.
Also, I was reminded that there was a blessing in just my being. I don’t necessarily need to do something outstanding to win the accolades or admiration of my peers, and feel worthy of being in this world. I just need to be, and that is all. There is something sacred inside of me, and I need only close my eyes, breathe deeply, and shut my mind, to access it. Perhaps if I made the effort to meditate more often, I’d be able to shine some of that magic into the outer world, too.
We’ve all heard the idea that life moves in cycles. Sometimes we experience joy in life and sometimes we endure hardship. Sometimes we feel happy, and other times, blue. The seasons change from hot to cold and back again. We live, then we die, only to be born again, according to some people’s beliefs, into an eternal life. Or perhaps, as others believe, we are reborn as different people in successive lives, thus perpetuating the cycle.
If you think a bit more deeply about this cyclical nature of, not just the physical things around us, but also concepts and ideas, you realize that almost every idea has a cyclical opposite. Such is the duality of life. The opposite of beauty is ugliness; guilty is innocent; give is take; and forward is backward. If you think of these concepts, not as linear opposites, but rather cyclical ones, your understanding of life will start to change.
Let me clarify what I mean. In a cycle, forward is not just the opposite of backward; it is actually leading us to backward, and then forward again. As individuals, we are each on our own path, at different points upon these cycles. For example, a criminal may feel guilty and ashamed, but he may also be kind to animals and mentally intelligent. Over the course of his life, his guilt may lead to innocence in some form. Perhaps, he will find a way to cleanse his soul or help someone else avoid the same fate as him. Shame might lead to a sense of pride; not necessarily arrogance, but a humble kind of pride. His kindness doesn’t necessarily have to lead to unkindness. If he works at it, this man can extend the kindness he shows to animals, to humans, too. His mental intelligence might not lead to idiocy, but rather spiritual intelligence. So the cycle doesn’t necessarily remain static. This man always had choices, at every step of his life. By making the right ones, he was able to evolve as a person. Hence, you realize that the cycle is not really a cycle at all, but a spiral, with never-ending opportunities for us to evolve.
It’s interesting to note that we all have microscopic spirals within each of our cells, called DNA. Our DNA is what dictates who we are. But science has proven that DNA can also change over time. Just like each and every one of us can.
If the spiral is in the form of an infinite loop, then we are always moving forward and backward at the same time, as if we’re walking up an escalator that’s going down, or running on a hamster wheel. What does this all mean, exactly? I don’t know. I’m neither a scientist, nor a theologian. I’m just someone who’s trying to figure out how to fight my demons and evolve as a person, using the resources at my disposal – the coding in my DNA – to try to help me understand the truth.
One of the reasons I find the idea of spirals and cycles so appealing is that it takes a little bit of the pressure off. We were all born at different points in the “universal spiral” of life. We had absolutely no say in it. All we can do is the best we can, with what we’ve got. This idea might help us to be less judgmental of others, too. Not just our friends and neighbors, but also our parents and partners. Who’s to say who’s more evolved as a person – you or anybody else? If ever you’ve compared yourself to another person (you know we all do it) and quietly assumed, in the deepest recesses of your heart, that you are, in some way, better than that person, let that feeling go. Yes, you might be better at Math, and he/she at Writing. But in the overall scheme of life, no one is superior to another, because we each started our lives with different handicaps and circumstances, and we’re each equipped with our own particular strengths and weaknesses.
In the end, we’re all walking forward and backward on the same universal spiral. We’re all struggling with our own demons, as different as they may be. We’re all really just the same. And we all really just need each other.
The opposite of being alone is being together. At this current point in our universal existence, maybe our loneliness, which itself was a reaction to too much forced togetherness, is now leading us back towards a more enlightened sense of community and connection. I really do hope so.
I’d love to hear your what you think. Please leave a comment below.
How can your mood go from upbeat to somewhat disinterested to super depressed, all in the span of one morning? And why does that morning always tend to be on a Sunday?
The Sunday Blues is a universal phenomenon. Nobody wants to go back to school or work on Monday, and do the homework or chores that ensure the rest of the week will go smoothly. Most people spend their Sundays procrastinating as much as possible, then scrambling to get their work done before bedtime.
There’s also another, less talked about, element to the Sunday Blues. When Friday becomes Saturday, you’re moving from a structured day to an unstructured one. Unstructured can be fun, at first. The chance to sleep in and have breakfast at 11am, to lounge in your pajamas for half the day, or spend time outdoors in the fresh air. But with unstructured time, there can be trouble, too.
If there’s more than one person living in your house, you’ve likely already experienced the Battle of Expectations. One person may want to stay home, while the other wants to go out. One person wants to socialize, while the other wants to read. If you’re part of a couple or a family that wants to spend time together but can’t agree on what to do, it’s tremendously challenging to meet everyone’s expectations. And if you’re a parent – well – it comes naturally to place your needs behind everybody else’s. By the time Sunday rears its ugly head, you feel a creeping sense of dissatisfaction and realize that your valuable free time is running out.
Often, the negative thoughts and unpleasant feelings you’ve been avoiding all week attack you when you’re at your lowest, like on a Sunday. That’s when you really start to feel miserable. It’s inevitable, though. If you’ve spent a lifetime feeling unworthy of having your needs met, then even as you try to rebuild yourself and your sense of worth, the road to recovery will still be full of stumbling blocks. And when you stumble, you’ll feel like all the progress you thought you were making was just a hoax. It’s the “one step forward, two steps back” conundrum.
At this point, you have two options: wallow in self-pity all day, or allow yourself to feel your feelings and then re-double your determination to keep moving forward. What does it mean to “feel your feelings”? If you feel despondent, don’t hide it. Tell people and give them a chance to help you. If you feel like being alone, say so. Perhaps this miserable feeling is your body’s way of saying you need more time to yourself. You can nap or shower or read or write. You can call a friend or listen to music. What you shouldn’t do is feel guilty about taking time for yourself, as if you’re failing everyone’s expectations. Because what you are actually doing is failing your own needs. And that’s not okay.
In time, you’ll learn to express your needs more frequently. You might adopt healthy strategies like planning out weekend activities and setting clear boundaries ahead of time; letting everyone know that, on Sunday, during the morning or afternoon or whatever day and time suits you, you just want to do your own thing. Or maybe you want to do something that does involve others, like going for a group hike, or to see a play. It’s about doing something you enjoy, something that nourishes your soul.
Feeling the Sunday Blues (or in fact, feeling blue on any day of the week) doesn’t have to be a constant. It can serve as a kick in the ass, and a message from your soul that it needs some love and attention. If you heed that message for long enough, then feeling bad will lead to feeling better. And suddenly, you’ve turned a difficult experience into a more enlightened and uplifting one.