motherhood

did you ever realise

that it very tough to be

a mother

when 

you love both your children dearly

but

love one

a little bit more

quarantined

seasons change

mortals come and go

we stay quarantined

the muddy mirror

it is me

is it

staring at me

through the muddy mirror

or

is my skin muddy

and wrinkled

I think

for

the last reflection of me

was surely through

a looking glass

which was cleaner

night of freedom

 

at night

when the world sleeps

all fears go

and i am free again

My birthright

I beseech,

I implore thee

you may not

treat me like a queen

but

the wish to be respected

as a human

is my birthright

un-love you again

 

when i look at you 

I dont know

when

we un-kissed, un-felt, un-loved

for 

you still haunt my dreams

and i need some time

in the mornings 

to un-love you again

 

and the love goes….

the love is gone

the feelings are waning

my mind is elsewhere 

but still

that look in your eyes

when you see me

perturbs me endless

 

I write, I blog

late at night

alone in my room

I think

of the millions of fellow humans

far away

and

I try to reach out to them

I yearn to form a bond

so

I write, I blog

in the hope

that one day

I shall come across a life changing encounter

with someone out there

that will change my life forever

 

 

 

 

 

 

the child

I saw

childhood

begging on the streets

running nose

torn clothes

those tender feet

blistered

disheveled hair

I looked

for a sign

of hope

and there it was

in his eyes

the child in him

was speaking to me

daddy’s little girl…

Hold my hand
Lest I fall
Walk with me
Lest I stall

Care for me
Lest I rot
Lead the way
Forget me not

Hold me close
Lest I cry
Wipe my tears
Wipe them dry

This all I had wished for
But you went away
I miss you daddy
Wish you had stayed.