Blog with Maya

I was told when I was a child  Girls are to be seen and not heard Girls are to be timid Don't laugh out loud  its not really lady like  I was a strong  girl  Tall and strapping  Taller than others my age I felt so ashamed A clumsy long limbed clout I envied the small thin figures They looked so very delicate In my size seven shoes I loomed above most They had to look up at me The Mills and Boon books I read Raved about the dainty damsels The dark and handsome  young man Was so enamoured  by her smallness Her coyness and her helplessness  I could  never be small Tall as I was  And with strong  broad shoulders I looked athletic and fit I so hated my strength  I tried to be what they wanted Soft spoken and shy Because I wanted it so bad I really became just so Gentle and shy, seen and not heard I underplayed my strength I buried my exuberant nature deep Put on a face of calm serenity An...

Once upon a time In the land of Rama There lived a frog In a deep dark well He lived all alone The well was his world He knew no one else No one else but Rama His fears, his tears , his sorrow His laughter and every achievement He would  share with Rama Who lived in his heart He was happy in solitude He chanted  when he was glad He chanted when he was in pain Rama, Rama,Rama One day  Rama came by He stood near the well And looked inside to see The darkness  and nothing else The frog sat in rapture His God has come to see him He chanted with all his heart Rama, Rama, Rama Rama heard the deep humming  sound And moved back in surprise 'Who is this' he asked The frog chanted louder Growing quite alarmed He quickly  drew an arrow Cast it in his bow And aimed into the well The arrow pierced the frog The pain was hard to bear The frog grew silent The humming  stopped Rama got intrigued He lit a torch and looked ...

Today I watched a movie An entertainer it was I enjoyed the emotions and scenes The end was thrilling  with a twist Amidst all the usual drama There was a sliver of thought That stood out for me I found it intriguing  I picked it out  I played it in my mind Manoeuvering it in my head Running it in circles I didn't want to forget it I wanted to make it mine I marked it in my mind Lest I later forget It was something  about the  heroine The story ran thus She tried to help a woman in need A poor downtrodden  village  girl Who was abducted  from her home She saved the girl bravely Bringing  her safely to her house Caught in the crossfire  She suffered  a lot of mental stress She wept and raved and ranted About how much she suffered While the one who bore the abuse Stood by and watched in mute In the end all got sorted out The two came out unscathed  The villains were put behind bars  Th...

Evening  was hard Exhausted she fell Into her bed And slept fitfully  Their usual online  time  Her eyes flew open  She picked up her phone He was still offline  She sat quite still Then selected his number  His handsome dark face  Smiled back at her Eyes hot and dry Smarting with unshed tears She held the phone  Close to her ears  One ping and beep beep Her number was blocked Maybe she expected  it For she cried no more She slept like a log She woke up really late Walked hurriedly to the bus stop The sun warming  her face Her heart still bled At the mere sight of his name At some remote street corner Sometimes somewhere sudden Days went by thus Her heartache grew  slowly  less She got back into  her skin Becoming herself  again One day she joyfully woke up To find herself whole She had totally gotten over him That scum, he bothered her no more She smiled into the mirror  As she put on her bri...