Category: Emotions in Poems

Motherhood… a privilege

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We double the time.
We double the efforts.
We double the love.
We double the care.

At times we are worried
But on our face is courage
For we mothers are children’s
Citadel of faith.

Our touch is their healing.
Our kiss is their strength.
Our hug is their blanket.
With our nod, they feel great.

The selfless love we share.
And unfailing care we give.
Our unending affections
Nurture, nourish their confidence.

Fellow mothers let us rejoice.
And take pride and honour.
To be a mother is a privilege.
Not everyone can enjoy.

Dreams

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There are those far from real.
But in our minds, they thrive, they live.
When we sleep, they are within our reach.
Once we are awake, in flicker they vanish.

There are also those elusive
Much as we hold them, they get lost.
Tie them with chain and they will choke!
Loosen the grip and they break loose.

Dreams take us high; some take us down.
Others impair and make us dumb.
But for the naught dreams are the force
To live, to breath, to exist.

I Wish Things Would Have Been Different

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I wish things would have been different.
Seconds have been minutes.
Minutes have been hours.
Hours have been days.
Days have been months.
Months have been years.

I wish thing would have been different.
Noises have been music.
Rants have been flatteries.
Shouts have been whispers.
Grunts have been laughter.
Insults have been praises.

I wish thing would have been different.
Doubts have been trusting.
Voids have been fullness.
Problems have been thrills.
Quarrels have been fun.
Discords have been conformities.

I wish things would have been different.
Feelings have been expressed.
Individualities have been enjoyed.
Talents have been honed.
Greatness have been attained.
Unity has been restored.

But things turned differently.
Hatred altered kindness.
Familiarity bred animosity.
Harmony turned cacophony.
Chaos subdued serenity.
Egoism, narcissism reigned incessantly.

The four seasons and me

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As colorful as the changing leaves
And as sturdy as the forest trees
I remain standing amidst adversaries.
And enlivens when the cold season ends.

In the darkness of the cold winter
I fall like dust of twinkling star.
The fields I turn like frosted cake!
Delightful sight yet numbing inside.

Slowly the ice melts as the season shifts
As the warmer sun spreads its rays
Like waking up to the morning light
I begin to bloom, rebirth, alive.

Scorching in times I can be.
But I embrace you warmly.
Your rosy cheeks ooze with energy
With my bursting sunlight all is happy.

Reverie

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How strong can a person be?
In the midst of oddity
In cruelty and betrayal
In the world where truth
Is hidden, evaded incessantly.

How strong can a person be?
Alone in darkness
Muted in silence
Muddled with hypocrisy
Drowned in temerity.

How strong can a person be?
When water flows freely
Gushing in deadens face
Gasping for breath, yelling
Where is peace, equality?

How strong can a person be?
Where only hope relies in Thee
At blinking stars and shining moon
To majestic rays seeping at dawn
And to flowers that bloom.

How strong can a person be?
When folded knees shake
And clasped hands moistened
With stiffened muscles
Heavy feet lift not a single step.

How strong can a person be?
An unanswered question
Like a myth, truth is unknown
How strong can a person be?
Relatively personal, no one can see.

Broken Record

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It is sunny,
yet inside
pouring rain drains me
like wilted plant
I am soggy,
bereft with life
drowned in misery.

Endless stream
flows unceasingly
haunted by past, so uncanny;
like broken record
stocked, unmoved
plays repeatedly.

Strong wind, I pray passes
and drive, and swift
and take it away
break it to dust
spread like stardust
to nowhere it remains untouched.


Tribute to Mothers

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Special persons He created.
To bring forth life and glory
Unconditional love, she offers readily.
She shares so willingly.

A nanny and a buddy, darling to her baby
Always ready to ease the weary
Comforting hugs given spontaneously
Joy she brings profusely.

No single word can describe her wholly
Nor praise or accolade equal the humility
Of motherhood she performs pensively
Unselfishly and diligently.

On your special day we acknowledge
Praise the braveness you exude!
In performing excruciatingly
The mother role endowed to you specially.