MY POEMS

“Motherhood was my career. I’m totally satisfied with that.” – Ann Romney

These words of Ann Romney totally speak out my mind. Yes, motherhood is such a beautiful and most difficult phase in a woman’s life, though the end results are so much rewarding - The smile from those sweet little lips and sparkle from those twinkling eyes. 

Life has changed so much from the moment my baby was born. It was from that moment I got a different perspective of life : No more for me, but it’s all about my little man!

Though I adore my lil boy as a wholesome bundle of joy from heaven, something which I admire the most losing myself out of this world are his teeny hands and feet. Those soft limbs are the ones which get most of the kisses from me. 

So I thought that I must take a lifelong reminder of these hands and feet which will soon grow up and become big in size. That’s when the idea of having a keepsake of his footprint and hand-print flashed across my mind and I was all set to do that. And it was on his half birthday celebration (June 4, 2016) that I framed and hanged it on the wall like this.

Here’s my first poem for my lo.........

HEART-STOLEN MINIATURES - HIS HANDS AND FEET

Kicks of those duos on my bump

Made my heart jump

Moves of those duos in my womb

Made my heart pump

                                    

Sight of these duos before my eyes

Made my spirits rise

Glimpse of these duos in front of me

Made a happy me

Glide of these duos on my body

Makes an envious daddy

Touch of these duos on my skin

Makes this momma win

And these duos are the awesome twosome

My baby boy’s hands and feet

Which make me feel so sweet!

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 Day before yesterday (1st November 2012) was such a lovely cool dazzling day filled with mist and heavy rains! While the USA was terribly bewildered by the 'Sandy' Hurricane and our Chennai people were haunted by the sturdy storm 'Neelam', we, the lucky folks of Kanyakumari District, were enjoying the soothing climate of frosty rains coupled by the nippy winds. Feeling so dizzy with this awesome ambience, I was on leave for office that day with the sole purpose of experiencing this amazing climate.
 It was exactly at 6PM, the atmosphere turned to be something beautiful to feel and look at....the dusky sky filled with clouds, and fog all around the portico. Me, who just woke up from a pleasurable afternoon nap, was so much wonder struck by the awesome ambience and went straight away to the balcony and this is what I felt! My feelings were penned down as a poem and here it is:

MELANCHOLIC SONG IN A MISTY AMBIENCE 

 As I stand in this cool balcony, 
The touch on the porch handle makes my body satiny; 
The world I see around me seem to be dark and cold, 
Yet there seems to be a heart too bold; 
The trees and grass around me seem to breathe fresh, 
Drench'd in the sweet rain shower, 
Yet there seems to be a heart like a drooping flower; 

All perfectly going on as God planned, 
The marvelous actions of His works very grand 
Yet there seems to be a heart filled with demand; 
Just with a melancholic feeling of loneliness , 
Amidst these soft drizzles, 
With a longing heart of hopeful futuristic riddles.....

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“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”
― Victor Hugo
“People haven't always been there for me but music always has.”
― Taylor Swift
“If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.”
― Albert Einstein
“Music is ... A higher revelation than all Wisdom & Philosophy”
― Ludwig van Beethoven
“Music . . . can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.”
― Leonard Bernstein

Yes, its all about Music, music and music.............Since am an ardent lover of music, today (15th February, 2013) I've written a poem on my all-time love....'music'...................

FROM A MUSIC LOVER.................

You’re present everywhere

You’re at times a soul comforter

You’re at times a party time blockbuster

You’re at times a heart-kindler

You’re at times a family’s breadwinner

You’re at times a source of expression

You’re at times a communicator

You’re at times a peace giver

You’re at times a sole companion

You’re at times a medication

Numerous are your forms

Marvellous are your charms

Greatest are your deeds

Highest are our needs

Whatever you are

Wherever you are                                                                                                                                           

However you are the star

Making all around to stare

Am a lover of yours till the end

As you are the music in me..........

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Today (8th March, 2013), being 'International Women's day', I got an instinct to write a ballad for the woman of my life.....who gave me life and brought me into this world, and still being with me in everything I do, yet whom I've taken to be granted for all my life....and she's my mom!

Maaa.....Ma dad's soulmate, Our all-in-all and our family's strength.....Thanks for everything mom...We love you!

‘MAMA’ – THE BEARER OF ALL BURDENS

Delivering me into the earth with great pain

She lay weary with a true smile of futuristic hopes...

Feeding me with awe and care

She took mere attention on herself out of motherhood...

Supporting my dad in everything

She bore all the good and bad only with a humble prayer...

Teaching and nurturing us to be the best

She lost her worth and uniqueness for the rest....

Seeing me growing up day by day on the earth

She lost herself forgotten in the whole world with dreams...

Working for her profession and labouring for her family

She went all along her life with challenges and trials...

Seeing me shine in the universe as a grown-up

She admired and adored me neglecting her own self...

Hearing all my scolding and rebuking with her ever-listening ears

She muted her mouth with a silent gaze and numb heart...

Disciplining me with her kind words of advice and pure concern

She sat mum for all my sarcastic reactions for those precious words...

Surpassing all her physical and mental ailments with self-care

She expected the least from her family and kids with selflessness...

None can ever be compared to her...

       None can ever replace her...

               None can ever live without loving her...

That’s my mother, the family’s beast of burden!

Sitting and contemplating on what I’ve returned to her,

The answer remains nothing but I’ve always taken her to be granted for...!