To Mom With Love :)

This poem is for the lady who gave birth to me,brought me up as an elder sister, and understood me like a bestfriend. I fail to express it often but I love you infinitely. You are truly a blessing for my existence on this earth. MOm YOU ARE THE BEST. Love You !!

She can guess what’s wrong from my voice,

And her heart always offers the best advice,

I look for her on every happiness and misery,

She is the first to know when I achieve a new victory,

She embodies the god, and guides me in every path,

I cherish when she is there to cure my wrath,

When I m ill, she gently caresses my hair,

How I ran to her as a child if I had a nightmare,

And she took me by her side and gently whispers in my ears,

Sweet fairytales at night all these years,

When the entire world had lost confidence in me,

She is the first to brighten the day with glee,

Often when I had lost my temper and angry,

She cools me down and changes the perspective through which I see,

I see the world all bright and happy through her eyes,

When she is the first to rub my tears of my vain cries,

She is by my side in all my tough fights,

Always I find her praying for me to achieve supreme heights,

When I m lost, She brings me out of the dark,

I wonder how much I owe to this lady, who made a mark,

All the love and care which she showers upon me selflessly,

Never complained a word as it was out of her affinity,

She knows what I try to hide behind my happy face,

I wonder how she does find out like solving a simple maze,

In all these years, she assumed the role of an eternal friend,

Who understands, loves and holds my hand,

In every sorrow and delight of this unpredictable life,

I regain the trust in me when she is with me to struggle through strife,

My existence has achieved a meaning because of her,

As God blessed me with the kindest and sweetest mother,

You brought me up, and till date without you I feel fragile,

How I wish she is always with me to walk million miles,

Often we don’t see eye to eye on certain things,

Erupting into arguments, but anger flies like a bird with wings,

She had always been there to handle my reckless spree,

And always strives to bring out the best out of me,

How much I owe you is so immeasurable in amount,

If I start measuring it I will run out of identified count,

All I could say is that my love for you will never fade away,

Though sometimes my love fails to be on display,

In all these years, you put up with me in every situation,

I hope that you are my Mom in my every incarnation.

Why Leaves Fall Off The Branch ?

   Walking down the roads these days, there is one thing that never escapes my attention. When I am walking these dried yellow leaves lying on the ground just captures my mind and I admire this natural beauty in separation.I wonder how these leaves once adored the branches of the lush green trees and now they lay on the ground forming garbage. The sweepers clean away these dead leaves and once again the roads look clear as the vast grey stone. I may be called by people as abnormally optimistic finding beauty in such eventual death of life,but I believe that such separation is only a new beginning for a better future.
   Leaves turn pale and yellow losing their vigor and when the branches cant stick to these old leaves, the boughs and the leaves part their ways.I find the same reality of breaking apart and separation with our lives.Clinging to old memories,heartbreaks etc is similar to the clinging of these old leaves with the branches of the tree.Falling off and then again trying to start a new life is the lesson that we all should learn from these dead leaves.They fall off from the tree only to decompose and then giving nourishment to the soil for our future trees that have to be planted in our lives.

   Holding on to the above thought,I had composed a little verse as follows:

     The dry leaves adore the ground in autumn,

Never seen such a beauty in separation,

When partition symbolizes melancholy and gloom,

Leaves’ falling down seems to be a hope in disguise,

Hanging on the tree, accentuating its beauty,

It’s the time for the eventual taking apart from the proud branch.

The gigantic river divides it into various distributaries,

Flowing down a from the magnificent glacier,

Set on a great journey gifting the elixir of life everywhere,

For sailing across lands and nourishing the farms,

The division of this water makes a new union,

Union of stagnant humanity and dynamic life.

The clouds letting go off the water when it pours,

Cool and sober raindrops kiss the ground,

The clouds cry only to bestow the soil with life,

And the sun sets when it heralds the arrival of night,

Two facets of a day as the earth rotates,

Seems to meet beautifully at the horizon when its twilight.

Breaking apart symbolized sorrow and grief,

And meeting together is the harbinger of new hope,

But sometimes parting apart is the way of life,

Which cannot be denied nor escaped easily like a fugitive,

Future delight and bliss cloaked in momentary mourning,

But eventually a cause for smiles in the upcoming moments.

Nothing Lasts Forever

Nothing lasts forever,

Night comes after the day,

And winter after the summer,

And this cycle continues.

Some feelings last a moment,

A pleasure for a second,

With all the magical scent,

And then change takes its place.

Often tears flow in misery,

Drops of pain and sadness,

But its the part of the journey,

The roller-coaster that's life.

A face of unspoken agony,

Cloaked in a smile on the face,

Runs away from being lonely,

To hide himself in the crowd.

His untold story is a mystery,

Concealing it is his art,

Mastering it is the history,

To make everyone happy

 around.

Whether its a broken heart,

Or Some break of trust,

Still he plays smart,

To forget the woes of past.

Because he is well aware,

Past will be overtaken by future,

When pain no longer dares,

And gaiety prevails around.