Mama, I miss you

If I was damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o'mine.
~Rudyard Kipling

Mama your memory rushes heavily today

Soaking my cheeks with the milk you fed

I may be as old as anything can be in this world

This bond made of spirit I will eternally cherish.

I felt you everywhere as I walked while weeping in whispers.

You were there and I could feel that your were there

Patting my heart with silent hushes of memory

Promising me this motherly love is a divine craft.

Mama, your memory etched down deep within my soul

Is meant to last till the last breath that I can hold

A mother you are the greatest artist of love and care

This heart wrenched and drenched that very day you left.

Mama, juggling between the life and mysteries it confer

I am made to understand of my introvert nature

I may have not uttered the words, “I love you”

Yet, I know being a supreme mum you understand me well.

Mama, as I thin away in the journey of this life

I am feeling more and more the presence of your world

The Great Lord is always gracious with His Blessings

And, today I thanked Him for sending you invisibly to touch my cheeks.

Those days of good, bad, pain, pleasure, desperation and depression

Are still very much printed within me as I carry myself around

But, I am grateful that as a greatest mum I’ve ever had for now and forever

Your words of consolation still freshly playing in my ears.

God bless you mama, wherever you are now.

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Unsheathing the robe

As the dew drop falls high up from the sky
She changed her pinkish red robe to pale yellow
And in the early morning hours she glistens in joy
When kissed by the golden orbs of the rising sun.


And, she evolves as the shadow shorten in nature's play
The pale yellow robe she cast away to don the bright yellow one
As the shadow lengthens the bright yellow robe slowly falls off too
And another robe is donned, light green in color
Come night as nature climb in time, light green robe unsheathes,
At the height of the seasonal transition tannin gains its way
And give her the last robe of her life in brown before the end of her play.


She knows tannin has arrived and the moment has finally dawn
In the roaring wind with the brown robe she dons
In gentle separation she dances away from the tree
And her dance floats in the air before touching the sod.


In brown, with her midrib, the veins and the netted veins
Naked, she remains a beauty as ever
And, the pride of mother earth swells
Waiting patiently for another leave to touch the sod.




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Blindness

a tinge of blackness

falls over the night sky.

blinded from birth

this darkness is the light 

of his vision.

He unwraps himself from within

The petals bloom inward

And, he realises the darkness external

Is the light eternal for him.

The light within unseen though 

Flickers silently at the back of his mind

He sees light everyday, but in the darkness.

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