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The perishable woman
Few things that can keep your skin healthy this winter
You might be wondering what’s wrong with this blog?
From poetry to skin care….awww….😳🙈😴💁♀️
Well truth is I wrote it for a platform and since they have not responded I thought of posting it on my blog to keep it mine😩😎😂😁
Winters!
Chapped skin?
Winters are here again and the skin asks a happy bargain!Extra nourishment and a few small rules can set your skin free from wrinkles, leaving it ever glowing and healthy.
What all to not do this winter? Do you know?
1) Do not stop the intake of omega-3 fatty acids- Beauty shines best inside out. An article published recently by David Kiefer and Traci Pantisocracy shows Omega-3-fatty acids have proven benefits on skin. Found in salmon, walnuts and olive oil. Eat a lot of it and keep glowing in winters.
2) Do not stop drinking waters- The thirst centres of the brain receive less stimulation in winters. Do not forget to drink water even during the coldest months of the year.
3) Do not use very hot water/steam/sauna bathing- The hot water can soothe the winter in your bones but it can also dry your skin more than anything. It can harm the natural oils produced by your body, combined with the harsh chemicals of the soap you use.
4) Do not let woollen clothes touch your body directly- Wool dries your skin faster than cotton and silk. You can either cover your body with silk or cotton before you wrap your favourite sweater or line your woollen clothes with a cotton or silk lining.
5) Do not use your summer moisturiser- We often like our comfort zones and moisturisers are often such couches we do not like to change. You can try a lotion or a cream with jojoba or olive oil. Shea butter, glycerine, mineral oils are some alternatives for this winter.
6) Do not forget the lip balm- Try the ones laden with Shea butter as they stay longer.
7) Do not use your summer makeup- Try some hydrating formula for a long-lasting impact. A make up flaking off mid day is something you do not want to worry about in winters. Exfoliate your skin gently everyday for winters. Keep glowing and stop worrying this winter!
The festive paganism
The winds blows cooler this month every time she comes down,
She chooses from a horse, elephant or a boat each year.
Wearing her best attire she returns to humans who were once her home.
It seems she grew to be the goddess, but it’s mesmerising
to see someone become a goddess from amongst humans.
Nowadays it’s not what people aspire to become.
Now, we don’t rise so high. Why I ask?
The chains of many hang around our necks,
Pulling us down I say when I look at her each year.
She kills demons- a demon killer she has become.
What do we become here? Painters, artists, doctors, crackers at the max.
But she dresses up gaudy and yet kills demons- neither a saint, nor a
warrior but a warrior goddess altogether, a combination we can’t be.
Thus we pray her, invoke her within us, praying she has mercy upon our souls.
Praying that despite our barren, bold, wanton sins she must forgive us.
But does she? How many of us know it well?
Her third eye is awake, her bright saree is new, her lips are red,
Her hair hangs loose, her soft curls make her face round and divine.
Her smile is ephemeral, her face is softer, petite and round.
But she has killed a demon? In her attire, in her lipstick and blush!
I love to know what she eats, how she lives, how she works.
As a child I was awed by all this skill and I used to think it’s easy
To become a breezy Goddess, sleazy but crazy…
But, no it wasn’t easy to be even a carpenter or a caterpillar.
It is not easy to be a cat or a dog. It is not easy to be a glow worm.
Love is important but so is power that resides within you.
Just if we could not pull others down, some more could reach higher too.
Only she and some like her could harness, to say just a few.
Pieces and patches
Worthy of praises,
or tear the mask worn on faces clear.
Hear or gear to form the creases
Of an old cloth worn out with lots of frizzes.
Our moods and visions throughout the day
The smudged face
The smudged face amidst humans,
The blur face within the drowning,
You swim by, rarely you wait to stare,
Rarely you wait to care,
Such faces move on and on,
Created each day- called the chaff of the calf.
Rarely you wait to care,
You swim by, rarely you stand to stare.
Abstract art of thoughts
The mother is the most beautiful creation of the world,
The mother, created by the world, thought by Gods.
Lives to rise against the whirlwind, against the storm.
She falls yet she stands.
Is it a treat?
Is it that it is a misfit?
Is it that it is a street?
Or is it a bubbly meet?
a cherubic feat.
Is it mutton meat?
Or is it your meat?
The story of Peace
One day a clown sat in the woods far from the circus and leaned upon a tree, mahagony brown and shimmeringly young and stout.
It so happened that a little boy who was returning from the circus happened to meet the sleeping clown on his way home.
The boy was small and given by the layer of mist all around, the boy was not sure if the clown slept or had been knocked off.
So he pecked him here and there, prodding often until the man sat up.
“Who are you?” The clown was obviously startled since that was his usual resting place and no one had ever disturbed him.
“I am Rushka and you must be the clown from the circus?” Rushka was a plain looking boy with a big question. His quest was to find the answer to the question and as a little boy he tried hard.
“Well Rushka I am Hemicsh. Yes I am the clown from the circus. Now buzz off home, your mom must be waiting for you.”
The boy still stood staring down at the clown who looked very different now, without his makeup.
“I had a question.”
“Shoot.”
“I have a question not a gun for God’s sake.” Rushka pleaded.
“Okay tell.” Hemicsh did not want to disappoint the little boy.
“Do you know where to find peace?”
“What Peace?”
“Peace the reason you were resting.”
“Lad, I was not resting to find peace but I was resting to lessen my tiredness.”
“But do you know where to find peace?”
“Yes I know.” Hemicsh looked into the eyes of this innocent lad.
“Where, can you tell me?” Rushka’s voice quivered in anticipation.
“Here, right where you stand.”
“Why can’t I see it, where?” Rushka looked around.
“Look around.” The clown had a peculiar way of moving his eyeballs all around his eyes, without disturbing his head.
“You mean the mist?” The boy asked.
“Yes, where you find the mist my boy, there you must know peace resides and you must feel happy about it.”
“Why should I feel happy about it?”
“Coz, a blissful mind, only a blissful mind can attract peace which rests in the mist.”
“Ahhh! Now I know Hemicsh. Thank you.” Rushka nodded, clapped his hands and off he went with a spring on his feet, dancing and searching for more mist.
Stories of old: first inspiration to begin
Ghhungar waale Jhenu Wale Jhunjhunwala ka baba…
Kisso ki kahaniyo ka, geeton ka thaba…
Potli mein Hari Bhari padiyo ke parr…
Aaya Baba aayaaaa…..
Translation
The man who carries stories and songs
In bags filled with wings and feathers of angels and faes…
Here comes the Baba look here comes the baba….
My first inspiration to begin…