Showing posts with label The Poetic Angle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Poetic Angle. Show all posts

Thursday, August 30, 2012

My Mother was Born...



Wishing my dearest Mother.... a very happy birthday (August 25th 2012). You are the one whose presence in my life, has made me whatever I am today. Love u Mom- you are unparalleled!









My mother was born the day I was…replete with sublime womanhood
A daughter, a wife, a sister she’d been…but now she was a mother, for good

Fresh from the throes of labor…smiling through immeasurable pain
When she first held me to her bosom…the rare sensation was all hers, to attain
 
Her sleepless nights were painless… daunting duties for a newborn, easy
The slightest ache I suffered… plunged her into deepest agony, no…frenzy

The initial stuttering words… faltering infantile steps, brought tears
Of pride, joy for the success of her child… triumphing all motherly fears

A growing tween had lessons to learn…the confused youth oft erred
Her advices fell on immature, deaf ears…but one never saw her, undeterred

Fears of failure, ended within me…she made sure of endeavors bold
She made me fight my demons…the wet clay was skillfully mould

Exuberant over my achievements… stoically, bearing that battle lost
To hope, she always taught me…yet, prepared me for the worst

And then, her offspring flew away…into spaces, destinations of their own
Left alone with just memories… her unfathomable grief, never shown

Her crazy antics, infuriating… her eccentricities making it worse
A strange paradox of emotions …makes a lovable mom, of course!

Today I’m not just proud….of having a mother like mine
Independent, daring , determined…the  family’s sole life-line!

You’ve made us into humans…just, sensible, tolerant and tough
Love you eternally, Mom… any words will never be enough.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Soaked in hope....



So soaked are we of life- soaking is life itself now!
How long will life be a prolonged farce….when shall we soak no more?

Born to a world, soaked in power- where survival is permitted only to the fit
Longing for the ascend of the weak… in a world, soaked in kindness

Born to a country, soaked in prejudices-where you have to be born ‘touchable’
Longing for acceptance and compassion….in a country, soaked with equality

Born to a society, soaked in superstition – where being a girl or her mother is a crime
Longing for realization to dawn… in a society, soaked with understanding

Born with an outlook, soaked in limits- where thinking out of the box is taboo
Longing for boundless freedom of thought… in a mind, soaked with courage

Soaking no more in self-pity- where every person can change for the better
Where one does not just long for change... where promising tomorrows are soaked in hope!

This poem is my contribution for Indiblogger and Surf Excel Matic's -" #SoakNoMore" Contest

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

My aim in life????


What would I do when I grow up…have I given it a thought?
I’m so grown up, but this one…still gets me all distraught!! 

Do I really know the truth… about what I want to do?
Do others have to know… of which I’ve no imminent clue! 

Monday, December 12, 2011

TWO Much!!!

If I get two more hours per day....TWO MORE, did you say?
Oh! I would do a million things.... or more that very day!

24 hours were never enough...I'd always had a clue
Well, I'd first make a list... of all I need to do!

I'd finish that extra work... that boss had on his mind
I'd even help someone... who couldn't take the grind!

I'd learn new things in my trade... and try out ideas new
I'd put my career on fast track....and get accolades too!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

I'd color the world...

I'd like to paint the world- in myriad shades & hue
See corners, walls & people, in their colors true!


I'd color the vapid umbrella.. that granddad had with him
The umbrella on which I'd thrown...many a childish whim!


I'd color my mothers tears, in colors of true joy
When she wept on seeing me change, from a child weak n' coy!


I'd color my father's sweat, from working hard n' long
Hard enough to bring us to, where we now belong!

Saturday, May 28, 2011

A thing of Beauty.....a Joy forever!














What is beauty in actuality...the truth or an eye wash?
A mirage lurking forever...or a question equally brash?

Frayed & hackneyed with time...the answer still at large
But this query still stands bravely….answerable, free of charge!


Some beat around the bush…some may speak their mind
The answers are black n' white…truth n’ deceit combined

Beauty has typically stood for… the fairer sex’s grace
Their flawlessly fair complexion… some exquisitely chiseled face

How many care to admit… that they look beneath the skin??
How many are brave enough to… look for that guy within???

My fellow writers have also…beautifully elaborated on this theme
Woven words in phrases and made their verses gleam!


Beauty could be only shallow or a trait rarely seen
This is what my version of “real beauty” has been....

Friday, February 25, 2011

Where I finally belong.....


This morning, I saw the sun rise....after ages perhaps
Don't  really really know...who was responsible for those gaps
Was it me...shying away from the star is sleepy oblivion?
Or was it the orb.... whose ego prevented our union?

Rising before the sun, always gave me that high
The feeling of accomplishment, is too powerful to deny
Who was evading whom all these days...?
Possibly the curtains, perhaps the laze 

But today, we both had pledged a pact
Silently, mindlessly...within a second, in fact!
To see each other rise.... every every single day
To dispel sinful languor... with the first promising ray

Today, the new morning brought.... a strong presage of hope
Of broadening horizons, possibilities... of expanding scope
With a simmering heart and wings that were folded for too long
 The sun & I take off... sun to the skies & me...to where I finally belong!!!