A mother dies at the thought of her daughter falling in love with the wrong guy. Conversation between a mother and her young daughter regarding love never feels like a mere exchange of words and emotions. Sometimes it feels like a war that is meant to be remembered like a historical event. And sometimes it feels like a festival of another religion that you can only dream to celebrate. Wizard hormones dopamine and oxytocin don’t fail to cast a spell on the daughter. And experience stood as a mirror in front of the mother effortlessly, yet firmly. When the daughter’s mind has already reached its fifties holding the hand of her lover, mother’s mind travels back to her twenties regretting over her erroneous choice in love. While gazing at her lover, the daughter becomes fearless of drowning and the shine of a different charm in her eyes scares the mother anticipating thousands of reasons to pull her out from that pool. The daughter searches for a home in her lover because now a part of her is hers only and most of her are his. And the mother who homes the entire her as a foetus for long nine months settles at the conception that her daughter is running away from her each day, a little more.
For a daughter, love is a blissful crime that makes her stand as a criminal in front of her mother. And for a mother love is a blameworthy culprit who paves her little toddler in a puddled path,
the path in which a toddler isn’t allowed to walk,
the path in which a girl can’t walk back.
©ruchiabhisikta
Good afternoon, ruchiabhisikta
Thank you for your words:
my answer:
A mother knows
the way of your child
that it has to go
never himself to the child
the mother will
from the great mother
the universe needed
to pass on life
Be in love
This is
an event
that neither
the woman
nor the man
right or wrong
your own heart
holds in chains
the woman becomes her risk
without the mother
The life
in suffering and need
all experience
go your own way
the good bye
from one’s own mother
the father
detached from tradition
their fears
and fears
and if it’s mother and father
do not like
their curse instead of their blessing
to endure
what is part of growing up
there is no
wrong counterpart
we are all of the outside world
the inner world
of the respective powers
delivered
the child
it beats audibly
for the first time
in the mother’s uterus
show her with it
that not you
to possession
only for care
is for his own
his life to come
Love is just a word
by thinking
everything, the bad the good
with a spell
to be able to unite
in their own history
we are unasked
with a cry of blood
thrown on the earth
with the last lawsuit
with the last breath
back into the dark
thrown back into darkness
Best regards
Hans Gamma
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Agreed with each word😊😊
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You are such an honestly good person
what I dare not say about myself
You wrote from your heart
I followed you with my words
Please don’t follow what I say
Please listen to the heartbeat of your soul
I have myself in front of you
to bow down
and to thank
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It’s constantly amazing how much I change as I become age experienced. Simple impact of five or ten years, the bodies chemical changes, accumulated experience, memory, and feelings drift and change into new perspectives. The old forgotten or seen in entirely different ways. The endless war of perspectives between us all due to things we have no control over. Life is definitely bittersweet. Great post. Thanks
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Indeed you told the truth😊
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This is incredibly beautiful!! Couldn’t agree more ❤️
I loved how you viewed in both the perspectives. Such a great post!!
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Thanks Pavithra for having a read😊😊
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Doesn’t Matter What
Culture, Religion,
Family Is Without
Freedom
To Love
Life
Is Prison, Purgatory,
And Hell All Wrapped
Up In
A Present
Named Faux God
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Thanks for writing beautiful words here😊😊
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Thanks for Your
Inspiring Words
With SMiles😊💫
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Omg.. such a emotional dissection of love by two perspectives..loved loved loved this..✌❣
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Thank you so much for your time😊😊
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A a daughter, as a mom and in general living life I often asked myself “what would love do?” Thanks for a thought provoking post.
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Thanks for stopping by😊😊
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