An Introductory talk about the Holy Geeta conducted by Alpa Shah of Chinmaya Mission with Brahma Kumaris.
Month: March 2024
She Walks!
She Walk on the rope..... She swings from the rope...... She finds her balance......
Life Matters!
When love lost all meaning and hatred found no space she chose liberty, having discarded his cruelty….Sikiladi
Invest in Women
With a purple sheen mark her dignity & justice..... With Hope and Purity uphold her bold promise...... Invest in Women & let her upgrade her credentials....... Invest in Women: Accelerate Progress of essentials.......
Abused Woman
https://inkedsolacebyharleen.wordpress.com/2024/03/08/the-abused-women/?page_id=552 She moves inch by inch Towards finding her identity Hiding the visible scars of abuse Shying away from wounds of the soul Will you be the one to see her through? Will you be the one to put her down.... And adorn your unrightfully won crown? Are you the protector, the savior or the … Continue reading Abused Woman
Celebrating Maha Shivratri
Published in The Asian Weekly Edition 705 (8th Mar to 14th Mar 2024)
The Façade!
The façade that she puts on For she dares to rub shoulders mighty Taking prominence in the Society Hiding beneath the sheath of garments The ugly scars of married life Stands that Woman inspired but not inclusive Stands that woman albeit submissive To the crimes of others so abusive Embracing equity is not for her … Continue reading The Façade!
Funeral!
Nothing mattered! The world! The people around! The emotions went buried deep....... The deeper they went, the lighter it felt...... Leaving me unburdened.......
Healing with Ho’oponopono: (a healer’s diary)
Baa was sleeping in her room. I was warned before going in as due to bed sores there's a peculiar stench in the room and nobody liked to go near this old woman. Being a healer, I went ahead without any hesitation but was cautious enough to have my face mask on me. Baa was sleeping in a curved position and apparently with the limbs all curved in, it wasn't possible to make her sleep straight. I saw her bed sores, bruised limbs and my heart cried out for this mother figure who was suffering silently as she had stopped speaking days ago.
Sikiladi 