For you are nevermore.
Your eyes' last light
never illumined mine.
Death prompted us
to be hasty -
curbed childhood,
sped me past stop signals,
headlong onto adult carousels.
But we must agree over how these hours are
moving against our wills.
I've remained still until here,
grasping a rumpled-up grocer's receipt
with this budget-buy pen,
confident of words
I have space to admit now
and bury in poetry's
kinetic cemetery.
I'm sure I loved
your faulty teeth's scattered English,
its determined guidance.
I wished my life
had been adequate
to cover your shortfall
as you had covered mine
back when I was all but novelty.
Moon, well rounded,
far more approachable
directly than the sun,
a severe Father – melting
with grading glare.
But your gentle
mother nature, willing to
overlook, hide and protect, to love
in shadows as well as light –
Able to ponder and choose
my best stars for safe distance,
having found less glitter often
more appealing, more revealing
than any impatient Truth.
A stamp retreating to a corner
Travels round the world
Without boundary
No political
Colourless
Timeless
With wavy emotion of the lovers
With startling surprise of the children
With overwhelmed joy of the parents
And now with the humbleness of me
Who is one of his owner
There’s nothing about leaving children when parents drift apart.
Nothing about loosing children that walked into your heart.
Biologically not mine but I treat you as my own.
With seven of you together, I was never ever alone.
But for years I stood on the side line and let time pass us by.
Not realising the man you turned into and now im asking why.
Life took us in a different direction and we went our separate ways.
Yet through your little brother I’d hear your laugh, and your naughty little ways.
I’d still hear about all the things you did and I’d check in once or twice.
But nothing could prepare me for the news of your demise.
With heavy hearts and memories vast
That little boy you’ll stay
The one that walked into my home and heart
The one that got away
She heard the first heartbeat, a tiny, steady rhythm, A sudden, heavy weight, but a future coming with it. At fourteen, the world feels loud, sharp, and quick to judge, Yet standing in the doctor's room, she refuses to budge.
Scared of every step ahead, of how her world will shift, Everything is changing now, a sudden, permanent drift. Let them whisper, let them talk, they don't walk in her shoes, She holds her ground, protects her own, with everything to lose.
Her life is rearranging, the quiet room grows still, A mother’s love is waking up, a strong and steady will. "It’s mine," she says into the noise, clear above the fear, A promise made in silence to the beat she came to hear.
Sometimes I don’t decide; sometimes I do.
Really, I always take a decision –
Choosing nothing’s a decision too,
But not a choice of no revision
As if refusal makes an incision.
Now my dad has offered me chips,
I’m feeling my willpower slip,
My answer holding all my weight.
I let go to taste… but regain my grip.
There are healthier snacks that still are great!
The day I arrived
in my own good time
(not at all shy)
neither early nor late
13th July
I remember it well
t'was a memorable date
as a present from my parents
(their pride and joy a baby boy)
a Wednesday I recall
some time in the morn
the best day of my life after all
for it was the one
on which I was born
Blue bird flying high
The exuberance of spring
- a mum's loving joy
Parental love is not a scalar measure,
it’s giving each child the individual support and care,
devoid of judgment or comparison,
without favoring one over another.
I do not pour the vastness of oceans in a single spoon,
nor do I capture the rainbow rhapsody in a single frame.
For me, one child is the gleam of the morning light,
the other, the soft shine of the twilight tinge.
One is the ebullience of the cascading stream,
another, the calm depth of the bottomless sea.
I love to the full the one in front of me,
enticing me with unique identity,
until moving away from sight, not from mind,
giving the space in my heart to the other.
Persisting through the horrors,
Overcoming the challenges,
One obstacle after another.
Rolling with the punches,
Embracing the challenges,
For I am an artist and a Mother.
Not resisting the difficult,
Progressing through hardship,
Experiences that would make one shudder.
Strength found in the chaos,
Dancing with the landslide,
Emotions a full speed runner.
Sensing enjoyed company absorbs certain aspired mastery
Apropos bonding, bending, dancing, singing, respect remains
Embrace honesty, ensures unmoved beliefs, revered culture
Honored parents, sibling commend, recalls elderly picture
Harmony, ethical balance, promote oneness despite anarchy
Worldly pursuit defying humanly purpose deplete synergy
Justice upholds freedom, defined moments express liberty
If God gave me multiple children to love
And one day, one of them came and asked
“Mom, who among us do you love more and the most?
“All of you, my sweetheart!” I’ll say with smiles...boast -
“For you’re all my precious gifts from God
He gave me the most bounteous blessings and love
Each time I gave birth and heard your cries
Pain of labor brought me million-karat smiles.”
I’ll hug that dearest child and call the rest
Alternately sit on my lap giving my warmest embrace
An equal treatment with steadfast sacrifices, love, care
A parent’s love dousing their jealousy anytime, anywhere.
A cry in the night
Two full years of broken sleep
- Happier than ever
God has gifted five children to love and care.
I kept them as cluster of abloom blossoms :
Preserved as precious treasures in my bosom.
Same Love and Affection, all siblings must share.
'
Neither a Question to Discriminate
Nor any Partiality to Occur
If required, Special Care for child weaker.
Each child gets Attention needed : No Debate.
A Parent's love always running Nonparallel
Surely Normal Natural Human Instinct.
No Controversy at all, Quite Distinct.
Continuous Fluent Flow ! Unidirectional !
The greatest bliss of my life to glitter and shine
is children, while raising up and caring them.
My Family tree to grow , Me being Stem.
All the siblings are just branches in between.
In their childhood, I was the light to show way.
Being grown up they turned my success after all.
Siblings prosper and to impress each and all.
The strong branches are cheerful, joyous, to sway.
You are the sun,
lighting the places
I cannot reach,
warming the parts of me
that would otherwise stay cold.
And I am the moon,
plain and dull on my own,
only shining because
I have your light to carry.
But you need me too.
Because when the sun
meets the moon,
something extraordinary happens.
An eclipse.
For a moment,
the whole world looks up.
Not to see the sun,
not to see the moon,
but to see our eclipse,
something neither of us could make alone.
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