Motherhood Unfiltered

The uncleaned mirror, 

the crumpled bedsheet, 

a fleeting moment of tenderness 

between chaos and calmness. 

 Motherhood is raw and real— 

messy yet magical, 

imperfectly perfect. 

 Here, in the ordinary, 

lives the extraordinary, 

the quiet beauty of the mundane— 

where life feels most alive.

My thoughts on jealousy

Often, jealousy is addressed as something negative. But just like love, jealousy too is one of the purest emotions. You can’t simply stop feeling it by saying, ‘Don’t be jealous.’ It sprouts as naturally as love does.

When you feel jealousy, pay attention to it—it shows you your deepest desires. Have you ever felt jealous of something you didn’t even truly want? 

Channel your jealousy in a better way by adding vision, and it becomes the seed of growth. Add hatred to your jealousy, and it becomes the root of destruction. Jealousy is a tool for self-awareness—a mirror that reveals your actual reality.

The shades of brown

Brown is the soil that nurtures roots, 

The bark of a tree with tender shoots. 

The color of freshly baked bread’s crust, 

The old iron gate with blooms of rust. 

Brown is dry leaves and coconut shell, 

The rain-soaked mud with an earthy smell.

Brown is a terracotta pot, 

That holds coffee, warm and hot. 

Brown is cocoa, rich and fine, 

Almond, walnut, and cinnamon divine. 

Brown makes forests come alive, 

In autumn’s glow, brown shades arrive. 

Brown is the color of solid wood, 

That makes furniture strong and good. 

Brown may seem ordinary, even boring, 

But holds a value that’s worth adoring. 

Brown holds both sustenance and decay, 

It feeds all life, yet lets time have its say. 

Brown is the skin of countless living forms, From the spotted leopard to the gentle earthworm. 

Brown holds the world in warm embrace, 

A silent protector for every place. 

It nurtures life in shades so deep, 

Without its touch, no green could keep.