Just Not a Mother
I always saw her as a mother,
I repent for not seeing her any other.
She was also a girl with gusto,
Fearless fetish vivacious,
Her smile buried deep sorrows,
Her desire to live was voracious.
But why I saw only a mother?
A girl sometimes peeped through beneath her duties,
A soul eager to live
Lost in the worldly niceties.
Why didn't I see a teenager?
Fun frolic coquettish-Oh! what a pleasure
But I saw you just as a mother,
A sage, provider, giver and nothing other.
In you I wanted only affection
For the world-child love is the only perfection,
Nothing else matter,
You're a mother- nothing other.
You cared for us round the clock
Watched every step like a hawk,
But it was also undeniably true
There was a woman curled up in you.
I never knew or bothered about your wish
To express it, probably you had to be selfish,
That's what all the world want
A widow should cry with her husband's urn.
But why didn't I see?
There is a woman in front of me!
Are you just a symbol of sacrifice?
For whose vice? Why did you always tried to be nice?
You reared me with love and care
But maa, where is your share?
Oh! I forgot, you cannot have any desire
that 'll ignite the world's ire.
But, why did I fail to see
A girl and a woman in thee?
I silently followed all
As though commitment was your only call.
Why did I see you as a mother?
Nothing other, nothing other.
You are just not a 'mother' for me
A living soul with dreams--you see,
I feel it as I am a mother now
But how does it matter anyhow?
Because it's been quite long,
Since you are gone, you are gone.
Who Stole My Dream?
Who stole my dream?
I don't care.
But who stole my force?
The force in me could create umpteen dreams,
myriad, sensuous, adventurous, powerful, simple
I need the shine,
It was all mine.
I don't need the fire of Prometheus,
I am not fighting the mighty Zeus
But I need my fire,
To rekindle my soul, to awaken my spirit.
To dance in the rain, to embrace the sunshine,
To smile at the twinkling stars at night.
I need my fire,
I need the glare,
I need my force
I need my source.
Where can I find?
Is it encased carefully in the castle of time?
Should I visit my girlhood?
Or go back to childhood?
It's a little late, still I ask thee,
Will you come with me?
By the time
By the time I reflected,
pondered about, worried for,
became cynical or criticized a bit, regretted an action and
loved something deeply, immersed in tomorrow's thoughts and yesterday's expectations
A Scarlet Knight Plumeria bloomed.
The Barren Branch
In the cold misty morning the barren branch amongst the blossoming trees looked
so dark, so grey, so rough , so hard, so unwelcoming and lifeless
Until a peacock flew and perched upon it.
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