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Self Love ( Out of Love )

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I am not pointing out any personalities through my writings. I read one article today, based on those characters, my heart forcing me to focus one common theme – SELF LOVE.

I know,
You loves yourself
More than anything in this world
Your eyes never search for anyone
Your eyes never seeks for love
Than your love…
I don’t find anything beautiful than me
I don’t want anyone to get inside me
A complete personal choice of life
I can’t favor your self affection
You never cares for any beings
How can you love this much
Can’t you see any eyes fills with love
Are you Intentionally rejecting all
I suggest her to look many eyes
Not always into mirror of reflections

Is it self love or out of love? What you think about self love in an extreme way…….

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Fake Fact

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The conflict of existence
Always tells me the reality
Sometimes people won’t accept
God’s presence…
The experience of truth
Attitude changes into new
That I witnessed for some
In the journey of belief
There is no room for trust
In people…..
Fake faith maintains around
In the name of God
Minutes, hours, days, years differs
Science and religion contradicts

What do you think on this topic? The contradiction of faith and science still argues in our lives.

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Ant’s Meeting

They are planning for an event
Most probably, a new year eve
Serious discussions going on
Else some agendas'
Who's knows! A togetherness 
With some intentions
A black ant roaming there
Can be a spy or a news agent
Anyhow, I'am not going to disturb them.
Let me take some photographs
With your permission, Shall I?

In Loving Memory _ 5th Death Anniversary

A picture taken few days before her demise

She is my “Muthu” always ( Muthassi short form). I can’t see her now, I can’t touch her now, I can’t play with her now but she remains in my heart as a greatest friend. I don’t know how much we both loved each other.

I used to lift her, on that time she added with a laugh ” You don’t know my weight”😊 She loved to visit temples before sunrise. She was very fond of telling krishna mythological stories, she loved to watch devotional serials, she covered the television screen before the serial got over.It’s hard to put her memories all together. I don’t wish to share all her memories here, not because of words limitation rather I want those to be inside me.

When she was (physically) alive, we both valued and loved so much. After her death, I can’t see her in front of me, but I can see her through my heart, what is invisible to eyes, can be seen by heart, unfortunately others can’t see her.

Nowadays, people starts and ends everything in social media platforms. The real happiness or feelings are not that can be shown by sharing a post. I never thought to share this day as a post, but I wrote a few things on her to show how wonderful she was (is).. how innocent she was (is).. Without much sufferings on her last days, she left this world.

She(was) is a wonderful grandmother.

©️athiraaparna2022

Truth Invited

Sometimes I search truth,
Unseen to my naked eyes.
Sometimes I finds truth,
Unseen to others’ eyes.

Sometimes truth hides from me,
Unknown to anyone.
Truth circles me, never caught,


Touch me, If you dares.
Truth shouts at me.

I can touch you easily,
You’re already part of me.
I can’t hides you inside
Go outside and open ups.

A layer of false themes,
Away from my sight.

©️athiraaparna2022