All posts by Sreepriya Menon

An introvert, a lil psychic, a lil chaos, a Lil shy, slightly techie, falls in love easily, loves to love and to be loved to feel free to express love and care, loves to dance ...and much more I am like ​a bird,​ who want to fly high in the world unknown to me. Writing is my passion, which I discovered when I was struck with the cupid arrow of love for my babies. My blog is all about my passion, the things that I adore and for the people, I love the most. Writing has helped me to change and gave me a promising career. It helped me to make believe that I can do many things. Your valuable suggestions are invited. Mail me at sreepriya.ajaykumar@gmail.com

Nomadic soul rested in your arms

Am nomadic

never to constrained 

never to be tangled

I want to flow like the breeze 

touching every living soul on my way

rekindling every life that is reachable

shedding away a piece of me to the ones I met

but once as I met you

I realized the place to sink in was you

you absorbed me into your soul

your arms are like the castle to my soul

cherished every memory in me

each moment in your arms became a dream come a true moment in my life

the moment you were away, I felt like alienated

in despair, I waited for the time I am all yours

not little or less but wholly and completely.

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you became the life of me

sink into my eyes

 go deep into my soul

never be betrayed by my disguise

as it is for the ones who never know me

dig into my soul

you will find the real me

all broken and bruised soul beneath

you know the naked soul in me

you know the depth of pain in me

as I suck you into my soul

I can feel the ecstasy in our souls

the feel of you inside me

burns my soul

and awakens the demon in me

enclosing you inside me

as you become the life of me.

Just at the slipping edge of life

He extends a hand to me

I grabbed him as he pulled me closer

I was one step away from death

when his hands pulled me life

for a moment I felt his arms was my home

the home I longed for

as he held me close to his body

I could feel the aroma of his sweat

it was making me crazier 

in split seconds the life ahead me flashed away

my heart began to beat profusely

I looked into his eyes

with all the compassion and love

with my lips trembling 

longing for a kiss of life

he was my life savior

the one who held my hands even in tough times

as his lips slowly planted a kiss on my forehead 

my soul tickled and my lips smiled

tears rolled down 

the  turmoil of feelings gushed in 

and there he cupped my face gently in his warm hands 

and kissed me like a butterfly kissign the flower

it was like I was resurrected.

 

 

A day in a WFH Mother

Day dawns

It is just early morning 5:30 am and My day starts with an alarm ringing in my ears at least four times. Wondering why four times …Yes, the answer is am quite lazy hence to wake up at 5:30 AM my alarm starts ringing from 5:20- next at 5:24 next at 5:26 and then finally 5:30. It’s when I push myself out of the bed with great struggle.

With a dangling soul that is still pulled by the gravity of the bed, I walk towards my chores awaiting. I quickly brush my teeth and answer my natures call. Finally off to the kitchen to make tea. As the tea boils its way being lost in thoughts about when will I start my work which I left pending at night. Finally confessing to myself and deciding Iw ill start off once all are off to work and school.  I finish all the cooking and then the struggle of waking up my toddler and getting her ready for school.

Once the whole world goes upside down, I finally get everyone driven to work and school. Finally leaving an extremely exhausted and drowsy me. Now it is time to start my work and here am lingering on the sofa and tables as if I had been out for a mountaineering.

Then suddenly there is a spark, off to work, and I open up my laptop to finish my work.Little did I start to research and start off to pen down the article, there comes another call – yes it’s time to pick my kid. Responsibility calls cannot be neglected. Hence I run to the bus stop to take her home.

Even back home, struggling to feed and put her to rest continues, which undoubtedly fail and am back to zero- Pending work, hyperactive kid beside and another add-on is cooking for the night.  The danger of  No Compromises keeps dangling on my head, which keeps poking me at times reminding my ROLE – A Mother-HOMEMAKER-WFH.

Again repeating the tasks for my elder ones, who gives me the little relief for an hour or so, as I  cured their hunger and given them time to play. That is when I get to work again. After all the acceptance of the demands that my kids make – going to park, walking , playing etc. etc. which are a part of their never ending list.

By 6, it is prayer time and time to cook again. The day is almost gone out of my hand. Never knew that time was quirky enough to trouble me. A troublesome day s getting over and so far accomplished only one thing completely that is taking care of my home. The rest all are getting rusted.

Finally after dinner all off to bed – which is again a cumbersome task for me. I start to work, all worn out, tired, weary and what not.My eyes never let me read, let me sleep and the brain wants me to be awake for my pending works.

In the end,  I end up doing my work which was supposed to be submitted at an earlier time. Leaving me all tired, upset and struggling with emotions. I end up sleeping hoping for a better tomorrow.

Yet there is always the sunshine after the dark clouds, I wait for the Sunshine that will arrive in my life. Even with all these, I enjoy working from home as it gives me the precious gift – Being with my family always.Even if am a messy, inefficient in managing my time – in the end am  Working From Home MOM.

Sparked my soul

Don’t poison me

don’t constrain me

I am a free soul

let me feel the love I was in search for

I let myself burn in the fire 

to know who could fan me up

and leap into the fire with me

I want to feel the love that crumbles my heart and my body

until I met you, my life was nomadic

sealing our souls with a kiss

burning ourselves in the fire we set out

with the brushing of two souls

the way you looked into my eyes

letting me know – “Oh there you are “

with you, I win even when I lose

you know my naked soul

the touch, the feel and the fragrance of it

you entered my soul knowing my fears, my passion, and my thoughts

And you sparked my soul.