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Motherhood Unfiltered

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Tue, 09 Sep 2025 03:30:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Thu, 28 Aug 2025 08:55:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Tue, 12 Aug 2025 09:15:00 +0000

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.

An ode to glass bangles

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Tue, 21 Apr 2020 15:55:00 +0000

Molten glass
fused to a circle
Comes in many colours -
red,green, orange or purple

Some come as a dozen,
some as pair
These circled rainbows
shine in every village fair

Some are translucent,
some opaque
I've got a good options
for the choice to make

They add color
to my bare wrist
And twinkle a little,
like the morning mist

A silent witness
to my daily chores
A non-living friend
who listens my mumbling woes

Adding melody
to my moving hands
They make my
appearance feel grand

Their tinkles
are so therapeutic
They make me
feel romantic

A tool to call out
my husband without my voice
Oh! they make such a
gentle breezy noise

An object of play
For my lovely son
Along with his toys-
his teddy and his gun

They bring back memories
of my late grandmother
All those lovely moments
of wearing them together

They add little joy
to my mundane life
A perfect gift
for your daughter or wife!

Woman, you are beautiful....

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Wed, 08 May 2019 09:02:00 +0000

(Image taken from here Pc: Hema Gopinath Sah)

Woman, you are beautiful
with those spots
Just like the moon
and unplucked strawberries

Woman, you are beautiful
with those stretch marks,
the sweet residues your body left
after bringing God's masterpiece to earth
Flaunt them with pride

Woman, you are beautiful
without hair
Just like the sun
like the day you were born
And the day you killed cancer

Woman you are beautiful
with those strands of grays
Like salmon swimming
Up the river
A monochrome canvas from God

Woman you are beautiful
with every wrinkle
that holds inside its fold
another unknown story
another chapter to the wonderful
book that is you

The mirror you believe,
Calls the perfect - an ugly mistake
Because it knows not what is inside
Close your eyes and listen
To the love songs the universe
sings about you!

Srivalli & Micah

Heart Volcano

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Thu, 05 Nov 2015 11:52:00 +0000

(Image taken from here)

Rupture of sorrow
in my heart volcano, lava
of tears flow...

Your love...

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Tue, 04 Aug 2015 16:06:00 +0000

Your love nurtured my innocence
kept the child in me alive

Your love filled the voids
voids deep in my heart which once made me feel empty

Your love healed old scarred memories
by replacing them with joyful ones

Your love wiped away my tears
calmed all my fears

Your love has grown a garden of joy
on a heart parched and made barren with sorrow

Your love listened to my silence
the music of unexpressed emotions

Your love made me complete
finding the every missing part of me

Your love gave me freedom
freedom to be just "Myself"

Your love... Your love is priceless gift
The best thing I've ever experienced

Solved puzzle

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Mon, 25 May 2015 12:57:00 +0000

She was a puzzle
he solved watching her eyes that
were spilling clues...

Nostalgia haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Mon, 16 Mar 2015 12:29:00 +0000

(Image taken from here)

Wave of thoughts hit still
rock of memories; Splashes
of nostalgia....

Walking down the
memory lane nostalgia
pricks; Bittersweet thorn!

Six word stories

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Thu, 08 Jan 2015 09:00:00 +0000

(Image taken from here)

"Wanted pure virgin for qualified playboy!"

"Childhood gone; My imaginary friends vanished!"

"Backspace buried unsaid words; Concealed emotions."

"Together, but our hearts never talked."

"Smiling lips, Empty heart, Incompletely Complete."

"Best friends, Ears poisoned, Bitter enemies"

"Baby's first flute song, melodious disturbance."

Missing pages of a diary

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Mon, 13 Oct 2014 17:50:00 +0000

(Image taken from here)

It was raining. She was preparing samosas in the kitchen. Her husband was watching cricket sipping a cup of tea. Her son ran hurriedly and took out her diary from the old rack and tore some pages. Some of her life secrets and memories are now floating away as paperboats. Wish those were bitter pages.

Fire

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Fri, 03 Oct 2014 08:02:00 +0000

(Image taken from here)

Anger sets
heart on fire; Peace burnt
to ashes

Written for Carpe Diem

Fifth Blogoversary of Poetry - Reflection of my feelings

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Tue, 23 Sep 2014 18:30:00 +0000

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My blog is now 5 years old. Yay!! ^_^ Do you believe it? Cos, I'm not able to believe it :D So happy seeing my blog grow higher and higher...But, I'm little disappointed with myself that I'm not so active on blogosphere ever since I've started making handmade jewellery stuff and I'm struck because of writers block too :( From last blogoversary to this blogoversary, I've written only 13 posts :| Very poor! I know :( :P In spite of my inactiveness some readers still follow my blog and post a few words of encouragement :) Thanks to all my friends, followers and well-wishers for your constant support and encouragement. It means a lot to me :) Make me and my blog happy today, Tell me one thing that you love about my blog, I don't mind if you tell two :P

Freedom from the known - Jiddu Krishnamurthi - My experience

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Mon, 18 Aug 2014 10:16:00 +0000

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I guess this is the first time I'm writing about a book here. Yes, I've started reading books and I wish I've done this a lot earlier. Now, I understand how books can be your best friends.

'Freedom from the known' by Jiddu Krishnamurthy is more than a book to me. There are very few books that have the power to change the way you look at life. This book is one such gem. My reading experience was beyond words. This is the first time I've felt that philosophy is not always dry, it can be interesting too! I struggled a bit to understand few passages, I had to stop, re-read, think, question myself, understand and proceed further.To understand this book one needs to read with deep concentration as there is constant self-questioning throughout this book. Though this book has 124 pages, the depth it carries is immeasurable. This book has a very deeper explanation for the nature of freedom, fear, love, society, pleasure, pain, religion, sorrow, death etc. I highly recommend everyone to read this book. I don't want to rate or review this book, as some books are meant just for reading and experiencing! :)

Sharing few lines from this book...

So what you really say is, “As long as you belong to me I love you but the moment you don’t I begin to hate you. As long as I can rely on you to satisfy my demands, I love you, but the moment you cease to supply what I want I don’t like you.” So there is antagonism between you, there is separation, and when you feel separate from another there is no love. But if you can live with your wife without thought creating all these contradictory states, these endless quarrels in yourself, then perhaps – perhaps – you will know what love is. Then you are completely free and so is she, whereas if you depend on her for all your pleasures you are a slave to her. So when one loves there must be freedom, not only from the other person but from oneself.

“The ability to observe without evaluating is the highest form of intelligence.”

“Thought is so cunning, so clever, that it distorts everything for its own convenience.”

“When you call yourself an Indian or a Muslim or a Christian or a European, or anything else, you are being violent. Do you see why it is violent? Because you are separating yourself from the rest of mankind. When you separate yourself by belief, by nationality, by tradition, it breeds violence. So a man who is seeking to understand violence does not belong to any country, to any religion, to any political party or partial system; he is concerned with the total understanding of mankind.”

“Nature is busy creating absolutely unique individuals, whereas culture has invented a single mold to which all must conform. It is grotesque. ”

Trapped in her own self....

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Sat, 19 Jul 2014 09:49:00 +0000

Sometimes, you are trapped in your own web of emotions. The strong voices in your head dominate you, control you and drown you in your sorrow. You feel helpless, you don't know what to do. There is no escape. Wherever you go, these thoughts hover over you. But then, You keep silent and wait for a thousand moments such as these to slowly pass. But this is a wait that never ends, Even after you grow weary of fighting alone. Your courage dissipates slowly and fear conquers you completely. Now, you slowly and gradually accept this sweet sorrow. Embrace it deeply. Its presence is so strong and powerful, that turns into an addiction. It gets mixed in your blood, flowing with it like a silent poison. Every night, the masks fall off and you unveil your true self. Underneath the blanket,where there are no eyes watching. You scream a million unheard fears and watch yourself breaking down and finally fall asleep in a pillow soaked in tears......

Sometimes, you are forced to grow up!

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Sat, 07 Jun 2014 18:01:00 +0000

(Image taken from here)

Once upon a long time
I was innocent, gullible and naive
Chirpy, bubbly and very soft as clay
I was a great source of fun and play

Soon, I was taken for granted
My innocence was exploited
When I finally did realize this,
I felt very weak and defeated

I cried in the furnaces of sorrow
My heart hardened with every teardrop
Then, in the heart of hearth I resolved to grow
Changing myself according to the life's flow

My innocence was lost in the bylanes of life
It bled away in the massacres and strife
Purity of emotions left me no solace
Isn't it wise to twist according to the life's pace?

I've to say strength has a cost,
you have to pay
Before all you know and all you
love is forever lost!

Inspired by my own status @ Facebook

Struggles in life make you a stronger person but it also dissolves the innocent chirpiness you have!!

Loneliness

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Mon, 26 May 2014 16:14:00 +0000

A silent night; Storm
of loneliness inside, I
curl myself to sleep

Shared with Carpe Diem - Blues

Writers block

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Sat, 03 May 2014 11:13:00 +0000

(Image taken from here)

Parched well of my
brain, Waits for thoughts to rain to
ooze out poetry!!

Jewellery making has turned out to be my latest obsession
Check out my works @ A Piece Of Art With All My Heart

Fruity Friday a Linky Party

Loving me is like....

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Sun, 13 Apr 2014 12:37:00 +0000

(Image taken from here)

Loving me is like chasing a mirage...
You run towards me when
my colors attract you
But Alas!
This rainbow slowly dissolves
as you get closer
You stand still, looking at me
surprised and disappointed
I'm not the way you've seen,
or the way you've imagined me to be......
And soon your love begins to melt
draining away slowly
accompanying my fading colors...

Lasting residues of broken friendship

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Mon, 03 Feb 2014 08:56:00 +0000

(Image taken from here)

After our friendship was broken
I folded the pages containing you
and hid them in the deep corner of my heart
wishing to glance at them never again
but the index of the memories
unexpectedly lead me there…
making me read you again
helplessly unfolding those
bitter pages of forgone memories
they bring out uncomfortable smiles and tears
that I couldn't avoid or deny in anyway
Some people can be kept aside in our hearts
but can never be forgotten
Some memories can be suppressed and hidden
but can never be burnt away
Wish my heart was also a graveyard
that burns out the meaningless existence
of unwanted people in my life
and the pages of their memories....Forever!!

Art of pottery inside poetry

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Fri, 03 Jan 2014 16:58:00 +0000

(Image taken from here)

There is an unknown potter hidden inside every poet. He prepares clay by mixing his thoughts and words. He gracefully dances on it making the rhythm of his emotions flow through his feet dipped in imagination. Then, he puts this kneaded clay on the spinning wheel of creativity and slowly with his warm hands of poetic skills, he molds it beautifully verse by verse engraving some patterns of metaphor and rhyme. Now, he takes out the sculpted object and bakes it in the kiln of grammar checks to burn out the moisture of common errors remaining within it which finally brings out a perfect pottery piece called poetry!

Radha Krishna ~ Divine love ♥

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Fri, 13 Dec 2013 08:23:00 +0000

How are we separated
When I am in you
and you are in me?

How are we disconnected
When we find each others reflection
in the mirror of our soul?

Rainbow dreams

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Mon, 02 Dec 2013 06:23:00 +0000

(Image taken from here)

Hope kisses
aim; rainbow dreams paint
my heart sky

-★-★-★-★-★-★-★-

What's rainbow?
Nature's painting on
sky canvas!

Written for Haiku Heights

Veiled rainbow

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Sun, 01 Dec 2013 12:01:00 +0000

Veiled rainbow in me
unlocks to one with love key,
Covers of grey fade...

Written for Haiku Heights

Tears of blood

noreply@blogger.com (Sri Valli) — Tue, 12 Nov 2013 14:44:00 +0000

Heart numb with sorrow;
A joy drop couldn't dilute
pain in tears of blood

Written for Haiku Heights