Yes
I have fallen out of love
So understand … please
And let us be friends
Yes
I have fallen out of love
So understand … please
And let us be friends
your tiny feet…I can still hear them
running on the cold stone floors
of our old home
and those eyes …looking up to me
from every direction
but
now
I dont know when you come and go out of the house
I pine to spend time with you my baby
but i guess
you are a man now
so fly
make your own world
and leave me with the memories
of the glorius bygone days
my mind baffles me
when
I think of my dad
and curse the gods
for taking him away so soon
and
my usual merciful self
refuses to be forgiving
for
those very gods have allowed
many to live
beyond their years
my hand wavers
on the keyboard
as
I aspire
to write
a pathbreaking poem
but
poetry
is my diary
and
I would always
pen my thoughts
the way i think them
with tears in my eyes
and a smile on my lips
I miss you on my birthday
for you gave me a beautiful life
but you are not around to share it
first rain of summer
the earthy smell of petrichor
romanticism in the air
Sleeping like a baby
Getting up in your mother’s lap
Being bathed and dressed by her
Oh what a recap
Boarding the school bus
With tears in your eyes
Pressing your face to the window
As you wave her goodbye
Waiting for the school bell to ring
So you could rush back home
Dying to see her again
As you felt so alone
That was a time when
You could not bear to be away from her
And now she is long gone
But the memories do not blur.
Give me those moments back
I want to be that child again
When you could be carefree and happy
She was there to bear all the pain.
OK.,time for baring my soul. My name is Mona, I am a doctor, 49 years old. My blog name is Mira. I wanted to have a different identity .I love life but lately this has been slightly dampened by weird feelings of sadness. Never mind.
It is nearly six months I started this blog.I started this blog in July 2014 to …make myself busier. Happier…the likes and follows on my blog are to die for. And maybe someday to publish something of my own. That done, here us another thing. I was born into a middle class family. Dad was a doctor, a selfless man who loved his 3 daughters endlessly. He also loved his wife dearly but ….He died early. My depression started. I overcame it slightly by doing my masters. My son was born and there followed a rollercoaster of emotions. May have to discuss that, and my marriage under a different name later.
Then my chronic arthritis. I got out of my first pregnancy at the age of 22, with an autoimmune flare. I was diagnosed with ankylosing spondylitis, and am still fighting the exacerbations.
So…here again..my fears…I am scared of death, suffering, cancer…I have had 4 cancer deaths in my maternal family, pain, old age, children leaving me, me being the last survivor in my family, losing my looks …after all I was a late bloomer. In recent months, a major setback was losing my pet Snowy. It was a major setback. Whew…I am sure a coward. Whatever!!!! It sure feels nice telling all your of you about this.
But even then, I do love life and I am determined to make the most of what I have.
One more thing…please don’t judge me.