Garima Dixit's Blog

Concealed behind her fabricated smile
There were patches of bleached scars
Her postcards undelivered to her hope
Bearing the stamp of her resilient heart
In her orchard of love for all
A pinch is needed to home her self-love.

-Her undelivered postcards to her heart

SHE: In A Nutshell

She is the Moon you never saw
The way she is waning
Shrinking her pain, insecurities, and her losses
The way she is waxing
Growing from all the craters neatly embossed

She is the ocean you can never hold
When she is going through her highest highs
And her lowest lows
The gushing waves in her she nurses

She is those thousand unwritten poetries
And the hundred untold stories.

With her feminine touch, she has cast a spell
On everything that she has giving birth to
I know her like a leaf, the Moon and the Ocean
The creator, the nurturer, and the Motherland
I know her as a sister, a daughter, a wife, and a MOTHER
I know her as the storm and the pacifier
I know her as the warrior and the survivor
I know her as the whole Universe

She is the soul, you have never met



(Excerpts from the book:- "She-In A Nutshell")