Tuesday, November 22, 2022

a loving mother

Every morning she would wake up with sweetest of smiles, 

for today is the day she had been waiting for throughout her life.


Plucked fruits and berries, bitter and sweet, and lots of fragrant flowers to be handpicked,

naïve that she was, wanting to protect and feed, the almighty, supreme.


All the sages would advise, you are turning insane, it's been years, decades, Shabari, 

your wait is futile, today is just like any other day,

she wasn't swayed, happily she would wait.


.. and one beautiful day

all her prayers were answered, all her wait was over, all soaked in tears,  

the all powerful, all pious, all divine, 

there he was, lord rama, cherishing tasted berries like an innocent child.


Sometimes things don't fall into place, sometimes you have to wait,

but that is only a sign, you are gods treasured child. 

Soon, your caring embrace, will be blessed with cuddles and smiles, 

twinkling eyes, tiny little hands and feet, a kiss on the forehead, a kiss on the cheeks, 

I know, I see it everyday, a loving mother, in your heart, waiting for that heartbeat..

Saturday, July 9, 2022

.. and with a bright morning sunrise

 .. and with a bright morning sunrise, flowers blossoming, ever so quietly kissed by sunshine,  

smiling, whispering, giggling, they knew, a star had sailed away from the night sky,

the most innocent, the most beautiful, the most adorable, 

cuddled up like a snowflake with your mum, holding her tight, 

only love is real, that moment in time.


.. a bit observant, a bit shy,

in midst of all the familiar sounds, dadu, nanu, papa were all around,

and that's when you greeted everyone the first time, 

the sweetest hello with those twinkling eyes.


.. comic books, ludo, snake and ladders, business, carrom, and many more, 

you won't believe but your mum was once as tiny as you, we grew up together playing these games,

by popular opinion though I may still have lots of growing up to do ;)

but don't worry nona baby, I'm a fan of test cricket and second inning awaits,

you know, that's when heroes are made..


Entanglements are but magical..

Holding onto the same string we all start, vibrating in sync with the tune of cosmos, a beautiful dance of ecstacy, all naive with joyful he...