A Mother's Prayer

I can't claim credit for carrying 

my babies in my womb

There was no other option😀

I don't ask for appreciation for labour/ post surgery pains

for the scars and marks on my body

I may have not been the best of mothers

I have faltered, I have floundered

I may not have been there

the way I should have been

And worse, I may have thought

 I was there, right beside you

I may have given something 

other than what you may have wanted

You don't have to glorify me

You don't have to worship me

Just forgive me if I have not been with you

the way you wanted me to

I knew no better

And that was not your fault

Don't place me on that lofty pedestal

decreed for Parents

Iam not superhuman

I am not perfect

Parents make so many blunders

Inadvertently perhaps

You can feel angry, resentful...

Only let it make you better, stronger

Resilient, Loving and compassionate in your lives

I don't know about unconditional love

I don't know about sacrifices

I don't know  whether whatever I said or did was the Best

All I know is it hurts when my children are in pain

I know that I would like to wipe clean 

all the pains and hurts in your lives if I could

I would have rewritten so many things of the past

To refurbish your present 

And fortify your future

Just have the Strength and Grace to live

through whatever Life throws at you 

I am Happiest when my children are 

Self reliant, Successful and Happy!

That is all I want

And that is all I ask...

Calamity Strikes!

 

Today a piece of the sky fell down

And everyone ran helter skelter

Trying to retrieve the bits

Conceal the revealed

Salvage the shambles

The blue was so sheer

The white so porcelain

The vision so enticing 

There was panic

There was ruckus

There was anger

There was indignance 

Righteousness was at stake

Morality was at risk

The virtue of guileless youth 

was in jeopardy 

And all because 

Blissful swagger sashayed down

 in winsome self love

Jaws dropped! 

Oohs and aahs echoed

How can this be allowed

Clarion call for drastic measures 

Swathe the vision

Because isn't that easier than taming the truant

Smother the scapegoat 

while the miscreant 

dodges scotfree!!

( The slew of repurcussions unleashed when a beautiful girl wore 'inadequate/ inappropriate' clothing) 

A Mother's Benediction

 

When you gaze at your baby

And feel that surge of love 

gushing from the depths of your soul

So powerful and so overwhelming that it hurts...

Then, pause and remember 

That is exactly how I feel for you my Son...

You were meant to be born in my womb

Both for myself and for yourself

We shall traverse this chasm of life

Strengthened and fortified by Love and Prayers...

I pray with all my heart and soul

that you are able to rise above all your hurt, pain and sorrow...

And emerge into the Wonderful , 

Blessed person that you are meant to be...

Sooner than later you will conquer 

all trials and tribulations that seem to surround you at times...

The Universe will protect you in your toughest moments

and bring you through all hurdles

safe and sound 

This is a Mother's Benediction

uttered with all the Love in this world and Beyond...

Resurrection

 

Yes, perhaps It begins as writing for just oneself...

like when the thoughts and emotions become so intense

that they demand to be crystallised into words

And yet one cannot deny the high 

that one experiences

when one's words reach out and knock at the threshold of another's heart

when the words evoke sensations deep in another's being

the smattering of thoughts 

resound and throb in the vales of 

another's heart 

leaving a lingering hangover to be nursed for days afterwards

And it is then that the writer is resurrected...

Sewing the Skies

 Some days are good

And then some days not so good

But the not so good

Casts its shadow on the good too 

For now, it is a step at a time

Focussing on the now

But the travail of earlier steps

Have rendered my feet weary

The calves are strained

The heels have chipped

The shoulders are drooping

The smile is far away from the eyes 

For one keeps looking to catch the next piece of sky when it falls

For fall it will

Waiting for the cookie to crumble yet again

For crumble it must

Crumble it will 

For now it is a stitch at a time

Sewing the tears

Smoothening the wrinkles

Ever so gently

Help to heal

Help to strengthen

Until then it is

Fragile- Handle with care… 

Setting down my burden

Now and then 

On the wayside pitstops

Wiping my brow

Catching my breath 

And rise  I must again and again

Pick up my burden again and again

Trudge ahead to the unknown

Clinging on to

"This too shall pass..."

Everything is temporary

Time will heal

The dawn is near 

And while one toils at sewing the skies

My soul has become threadbare 

Meanwhile I try to smile, laugh and even sing

But I am tired

I long to rest

With nary a care

But toil I will

Because I need to lend a shoulder

For heavier burdens

Burdens not mine and yet my own 

Waving at other weary travellers

Because though sometimes 

I feel like a lone traveller 

I see and I know there are others

Trudging along with their own hauls

A pat here, a kind word there

Cheering along, nudging along

Sharing stories of audacity to carry on 

Audacity To keep living, To keep  loving

And above all To keep Praying

 

And like they say

I too have miles to go

Before I sleep...

Wait for Me...

 

Times change, wounds heal

The scars may remain

And when the scab shrivels and is shed

May be then it will become

easier to share the thorns and thistles under my feet

Until then let me just tread gently

knowing that there is this cosy place here 

With a few dear people who have my back 

by just being there

Who understand my unspoken words

Because sometimes utterances can be scary, exhausting

Morbid thoughts

 

Sometimes the mind has to grapple with

such morbid gruesome thoughts

Seeing someone's teeth bared in a gleeful smile

brings to mind the image of a skull

When people march in sedately

swathed in swirls of garment

adorned with accessories

and to my eyes, I see skeletons

clattering in one behind the other

each garbed on the outside in splendor

The bones carefully concealed

blissfully oblivious of the moments ticking

towards that final moment of reckoning

when the skin peels off

and all that is left bones, teeth and nails

and some reeking stench lingering in the air...