An Ode to Her
May Her voice forever speak
Endless, spill words honey sweet between
Rose Petals, a dessert luxurious
Intellectual, sparks make fireworks
Turn, the air vibrant with color.
May Her graceful body always move
Elegant, hips swaying to a beat
Relishing, gleeful in the musical
Influence, hands reach for me
Touch, a worn paperback soft.
May Her eyes continue to smile
Expressive, sky blues alight
Rife with joy, laughter, yet
Infinite, Iridescent irises
Twinkle, holding a universe.
May Her wonderful person
Eternally, live in a paradise
Running, through ripened orchards
In silvery strands of moonlight, tap my shoulder an...
A cool evening, Sevenish.
A break in Tradition.
My Darling Gorgeous' Mother,
Soon an old familiar forgotten feeling will return. Unbidden, unwanted; once the feverish activity ceases, it will be you, yourself, and the television echoing from the bare walls, the dogs asleep at your feet.
Depression, melancholy, wet tears may well up, even spill from your eyes. It will seem that what you have left, is all you will ever have. It just gets smaller and smaller, each momento chosen over others now lost to the dust bin. Boxes of your last life still unpacked, brown memories looking for their new home...
You doubt yourself, you wonder Where?, Why?, How?, Was it me?, Not again....
At 19 I met you and our relationship was completely different than my parents. It was healthy. At 6 months I started to feel that you weren't the one for me. At 20 you proposed. I said yes. The anxiety followed. The nagging feeling lingered. I kept telling myself "He's a great guy. You're being shallow.". When I was 21 we wed. The anxiety became a haunting monster. At 22 I left. I look back and see a young woman detached from her own voice. I see a woman settling. Today, I see a woman so brave. A woman brave enough to leave comfort in search of what she truly deserves.
Be not weak woman...you are gates of the strength and gates of the soul.
My Dear sister,
I still remember those old days being kids,
On festivals, it was a #KitchenSet always brought for my sister and I got the Gun,
On her birthdays, She used to get that #BridalDoll and Cricket bat for me...
She questioned my Dad always, that Why she couldn't make it to any Convent or #EnglishMedium school.
When she asked to play outside with us or to go to school tours, she was answered #TheyareBoys.
When she asked to join Computer classes, she was forced to join #CookingClasses instead.
She wished to pursue MBA, she found herself in a girls college enrolled into M.Sc (#HomeScience)
Even with a Gold in her PG, when she asked that she wants to do a job, to do...
¡Cuidado! Porque ella es peligrosa...peligrosa para los que no entienden la complejidad de
una mujer, porque defiende lo que más ama, porque desafía las normas de como debe vestir una "dama" , porque ante las injusticias jamás se calla, alza la voz para que el mundo la escuche y sólo la baja para decir al oído en forma de secreto lo mucho que te quiere, peligrosa porque le gusta estudiar, prepararse, porque no le gusta depender de nadie, amante de los viajes y de los libros y eso para algunos es sinónimo de peligro, desde hace varios patanes atrás que desconfía del amor, desde hace varias falsas amistades atrás que desconfía de las personas.
Es valiente, tenaz, orgullosa, caprichosa, ...
Aaj maine tumnhe dekha.
Uss andhere mein jisne mujhe
yeh quabool karne par majboor kar diya,
ki tum har jagah ho.
Tumhe dekha maine uss aandhi mein
Jo mere baalon se khelti hui guzar gayi,
mano jaise tum hi ho, mere kareeb .
Tumhe dekha maine uss barish ki boond mein;
Jo mujhe sehlate hue mujhe mein sama gayi
Mano tum mujh se fir ek ho gayi ho.
Aaj maine tumhe fir se dekha
Unn sari cheezon mein jo haseen hain.
Tumhe dekha maine, aur qasm khud ki
Main nazrein nahi hata payi
She gathered up her luggage and took one last look around.
Years she spent in this place, investing mentally, physically, financially,emotionally, and spiritually.
Even now, she goes breathless when she recalls the disgraceful disservice of her employer, and the shades of death she endured from her ex husband.
She couldn't stay in that memory bank long ; her therapist has worked hard to help her control the traumatic aftermath.
Today, was it...
The new beginning she'd been sitting, wishing, hoping, and praying for, for such a long time. She has been offered a Newspaper Editor position in Miami, FL, and she accepted it.
Florida was miles and miles away from Amsterdam, but Gretchen cou...
Mother - A pillar
Of the house
Of our lives
Of the world
Having you is not recognised
When you aren't there we struggle
In all the troubles
You protect us
You shield us
You fight us
Yet you love us
Unexplained unimaginable pain you go through
Yet you smile when u see us
A part of you we are
Build from your flesh n blood
Mother is not just flesh n blood
You are a feeling we love
The care you do and the moments of solitude
We come to you in all disputes
You are our ears and you are our hands
You guide us through life
We all bend In front of you
to seek your blessings and to seek for help
For your words are wiser than the whole world
For your care is purer than any
For you are t...
Something soothing touched my heart
Something relaxing touched my hairs..
Something calm closed my eyes ..
Something filling contended my spine..
Something soulful blessed my stars.
N so I recalled.. M in my mom's arm
Standing in front of you everyday
I look into your eyes
Wanting to hold you in my arms
Asking for your permission
The glitter of your eyes
Are now tears of mine
No hint of recognition
I was busy in my life
I didn't realise
M losing something so important
Without whom I can't survive
Unanswered calls, unheard messages
Now I play them on repeat
Just to hear
The love in your voice
The care you shared
Oh my mother m in despair
Please come back I pray the lord
I promise I will be different
I won't be the same
I now know this
How important you are
What I have missed
All those years
Hoping and needing your one single touch
Maybe you remember me
For at least one insta...
मेरी हर दुआ संग तेरे हर घड़ी
जाने कैसे बन गई ये रातें अब नई
तुझसे और क्या अब मांगु मैं भला
एक आंखें भर गई सों बातें मरतबा
तेरी हर कमी है यादें अब यहां
तुझसे और क्या अब चाहूं मैं भला
तुजको मांग के मैं रोया हूं सदा
तेरी बाहों में हूं सुलझा तेरी आंखों मैं बसा
मैं तो तेरा हूं तू मेरी मरतबा
तुझसे और क्या अब बोलूं हरदफा
मेरी हर दुआ संग तेरे हर घड़ी हर जगह ।
- शशांक के पुरोहित ।
I know you have been watching over me since you've been gone. Some days I wake up and I can smell your perfume. You were taken from us way too early. You put up one hell of a fight. I didn't want to be selfish so I had to let you go. Please forgive me for that. I love and miss you to the moon and back. Always.
She builds up her own castle,
with the bricks thrown at her
by her betrayers.
Those are the words you expect to hear from your mom
She is supposed to be your safe haven
Not someone you want to flee
She’s not supposed to call you
They burn like after you put your hands in water then handled ice
The sting is a 3rd degree burn
Making you feel like the worthless piece of shit you are
Then after she hugs you and says I love you
Expecting the same back
When all you wanna do is turn your back
So I ask what is a mother’s love
Even if I am going down,
I wont do it without putting up a fight!
"But, what's the point, if you are going to loose anyway?"
Oh honey, you haven't seen me in a fight!!
It's been a month you passed away. Today is my birthday, it's my first time birthday without you. I missed you so much..
Actually I miss you standing in the kitchen cooking, I miss you when I see you watching TV every night, I miss to see your eyes when you look at me.
No matter how much tears I dropped, it won't bring you back. All I can do is just, pray the best for you.
I love you mom, I miss you everyday, I proud to be your son.. 💧
She was a Stranger
with Beauty in her possession
As time constraints,
Slow intensifying classical Melody
Surrounded me with her in visions
She was ruling my mind and heart
She was the Art of immortal love
My soul felt her
It was in tremendous joy
I could sense her reflections inside
Soft cool breeze swayed her hair
Our eyes happened to meet
A silent language obsessed
Now the distance shortened
Hands caressed her cheeks
Kissed her head... the Kiss to soul
She hugged in warm
The stranger was no more stranger
She was my love alchemist
Coz she shared pain
And in return showered love
My love isn't like a Mom,
Who pampers and cares alot,
My love is like a father,
Who doesn't speak too much,
Yet he always loves and cares the most,
To give the best in this world,
He does whatever it takes,
And to make them feel happy and special,
I'm like your Dad
B'coz love doesn't mean to show it to the world,
It's the silent care and affection
That connects us together forever...