Just this once?

I know my mother; I am two years old.

She loved me dearly and held me close.

When father would shout and throw the pitcher,

she kept quiet and pulled me closer.

Her bosom was my heaven, she hadn’t stopped feeding,

I heard everyone say, it was long enough now,

but she just smiled and then maybe nod.

She took me with her everywhere she went,

to shops and doctors, to walk and laundry,

to cafes and parks, to life and even death.

I remember seeing that train in the station,

my mother jumped in, holding me tight.

Oh God! I know she is with you now and that you love her!!

Don’t you love me, I am here limbless forever?

Can you send me my mother’s arms and her lap and her lullaby to put me to sleep?

Just this once?

I know my mother; I am five years old,

she played with me and read me stories,

she loved me, cuddled me and would closely hold,

my brother and me, one right other left.

She is nowhere now, I don’t see her deft,

father says she flew from the top of the tower,

to the beautiful heaven along with my brother.

I miss her kisses and the wonder in her eyes,

when I ran back home with my share of stories,

I miss her warmth in this cold winter night.

Oh God!! Keep her safe, I will wait and come,

One fine day to see her and my brother,

but for now, can you send me her warmth, her touch and her voice?

Just this once?

I know my mother; I am twelve years old.

She told me all that I needed to know,

To wear a summer hat and to keep warm in the snow,

to accept the change my body made, the hair, the blood,

the pimples, the plump, the change to a flower from the bud.

She was my pillar of strength, my armour in this world,

where everything was changing, she stood by my side,

I made a lot of friends, but she was the best of all.

Never saw a tear, never heard a sob,

never have I seen her without a smile on the lips,

never could I see, her heart was in pain,

now I think and cry and it drives me insane.

She was scared of water, never had she swum,

 How did you do it , oh my dear mum?

The ocean is now richer with her in its arms,

The depths are nothing in front of her charms.

Oh God!! Can you teach her to swim up to me?

I just want her to see,

how good I have been, even without her having to tell me what to do.

Can I see her, just this once?

I know my mother; I am forty years old.

She was the first woman I ever loved.

Her eyes were warmth, her hands comfort.

She slogged all day, so that I don’t suffer,

I stood by her and her by me,

when dad wanted another paradise, far we had to be.

I grew, got a job, bought her a house,

she was happy and hearty, until my spouse,

they never got along, never looked in eyes,

my daughter was her only solace.

Years by years flew, we all never knew,

she took sick and was in pain all night,

It was disheartening and devastating to my sight.

I was a father, but her lap was my haven,

Or should I say it was more like a heaven?

A morning she was drenched in blood,

not a word, not a tear, not even a heartbeat.

She had taken a shortcut to the beyond.

Oh God!! Can you send me her love and touch?

Her blessings and her songs,

I miss her so much, just this once?

Memories!

What will my memories hold for me? 
Will it keep all my good ones and leave the bad ones out? 
My memories new and old, 
Mine that are silver and gold,!! 

I wonder on my death bed, 
Would I have flashes of my first kiss, 
Or would it be of the moment I broke a heart to keep my bliss? 
The feel of the warm water on my cold feet, 
Or the day when the rain drenched me out neat, 
Would it be when I saw my labour give out the loveliest eyes and fingers and toes and lips? 
Will it be when my love kissed my tears off, 
Or the day he made me cry,laughing my heads off? 

Would it also bring back the fragrances? 
Of the jasmine that flowered like crazy in my garden, the wind smelled of it every evening. 
Of the roses that my childhood plucked and thorns pricked my little fingers bleed red... 
Of the marigolds that bound us together for a lifetime here,at least here.. 
Of the lilies that bloomed in the marshy ends of the land when it poured like mad. 
Of the sweat that trickled down on the hot sunny afternoon,when we lay in love . 
Will my memories hold them all? 
Will I see them pass my mind and touch my soul?
Or will it unburden it all before I reach there...

A Rainy Day!!

The raindrops touched my cold skin,

and the already wet me winced,

the wind was painfully slashing my naked shin,

my hair was frizzy,wiry and dishevelled,

now it looked drenched and dirty.

The roads pricked my forefoot,

the rain drain pained my sore bruises,

it even drenched my dry mattress and jute,

how I hate the wind,but dread the pours,

all my loots are now sooty.

My pale face looks paler and milky,

my shelter of the shut shop floor drips,

In my younger years, leafs were silky,

Keats wrote the raindrop slips,

brings in new hope,new dawn.

But no,not here,

I want the sun bright,

the cloudless sky,blue and clear,

its harder to soak than be burnt,

I hate rains, no, it isn't so pretty.

I hear how rain brings romance,

I hear of how it makes music,

My life is worse due to its menace,

it makes me shiver and sick.

Oh, stop you devil!! I am a done playing the sad damsel!!