Ma…. I need you

Ma…. I need you

 

When I lazily sit on the couch;

I need your hands,

to pull me out.

 

When I successfully complete a task

I need your proud eyes,

To relish and bask.

 

When I sit idle;

I need your company,

To gossip about the contemporary world.

 

When I laugh;

I need your laughs,

To double my reasons.

 

When I tread a  new path;

Along I need your steps,

To strengthen my start.

 

When I feel low;

I need your wink,

To cheer my brow.

 

When I fall;

I need your words,

To stand again tall.

 

When I feel vulnerable;

I need your hug,

To make me feel capable.

 

When I am anxious;

I need your weird talks,

To laugh out the stress.

 

When I goof up things;

I need your protection,

From the demeaning clings.

 

When I sit alone;

I need you to sit beside,

And assure me that the world is not that sour.

 

Ma… I need you

For every single moment

To make that moment count.

 

 

 

 

Brave

They asked me reasons

I gave them many.

Then alas! They remarked-

“Excuses are no bravery.”

 

Oh! How foolish were

My insane thoughts,

To believe they would faith

The gravity life had brought.

 

The more I explained,

The many eyebrows got raised.

So, I stopped the venture

Of putting my stance.

 

They took me as shallow

Fearing deep waters,

However, my scales

Were of different measures.

 

Their courage was to

Loudly confront others

And live life boldly

As self considers.

 

Mine was different-

Living by others’ expectations.

For that I maybe shallow

In exerting own perceptions.

 

If courage is to travel unknown waters,

I had walked dreams unknown to me,

Brave are those who fight for the known;

How wasn’t fighting my way amidst

those strangest deals is a brave me?

Adulterated..

Silence envelops great turmoil
Smiles façade great regrets
The world is adulterated
To great depths.

Things are put up
To show a play
We put on a new mask
Each and every day.

To behold our thoughts,
To shield our views,
To blend them with others,
Smearing false hues.

How flattering
the gray manipulatives are,
Away from the true selves
They plod us far.

Reality may be cruel
It is accessible;
But rainbows are far,
honestly intangible.

It may be..

It may be
that you have gone by
far away
beyond the sky.
I do not find you
sitting in that chair
but I do feel you
in this air.

They say
you were woman of power
and must be
amidst those stars
but they do not realize
the very fact;
you have been with me
forever intact.

You lent me
the loving hand
to make me walk
and bravely stand.
Now beside me
you walk quietly
lending the same hand
supporting me eternally.

Mother
you may not be in my sight,
I feel your shelter
in my every flight;
you may be gone
in every logical sense
but in me you live
in your very essence.