...and then I looked
Above the leaves of the tallest trees
Over the horizon where
The road met the
Depth of the sky
And I saw...
A myriad
A million twinkling lights
High up...
Up above
One, Two, Ten, Thousands
I lost count.
I lost myself
No wheel, no person, no destination
All consummated the stars
You and I
Up above
Dancing on the star lit path
Waltzing from one Centaur
To the next
I saw your eyes
Moist.
So calm...
And your tender touch... I felt
The stars shone brighter
One, Two, Ten, Thousands
And there was music
Beethoven and Mozart
My epiphany.
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
A poem for my Mother
I close my eyes to find you brushing my hair,
Paste my face with powder so I look fair
I ran to you with a story to tell
And when I cried, stumbled or fell
From your purse a rupee or two I took
You served me with a beating and the look
Years passed by and I slowly grew
Many a tantrums at you I threw
Be it over breakfast, friends or phone
To everything you said I'd moan
Twenty one years have gone by since
To these things no more I wince
Your little baby has grown up now
I'll give you no reason to fret or frown
I have pained you I know, more than once
I'd shoot myself hence, with a million guns
But I can cause you agony no more
Because... I love you, that I must bring to fore
Twenty-two I'll be by this time tomorrow
For all my misdeeds, I'm filled with remorse and sorrow
Thank you Mommy, you are indeed the best
Knowing I'm your child, in peace I'll forever rest
Things you want from life are but a few
So I plead with the Almighty to render your wishes true
I close my eyes to find you brushing my hair,
Paste my face with powder so I look fair
I ran to you with a story to tell
And when I cried, stumbled or fell
From your purse a rupee or two I took
You served me with a beating and the look
Years passed by and I slowly grew
Many a tantrums at you I threw
Be it over breakfast, friends or phone
To everything you said I'd moan
Twenty one years have gone by since
To these things no more I wince
Your little baby has grown up now
I'll give you no reason to fret or frown
I have pained you I know, more than once
I'd shoot myself hence, with a million guns
But I can cause you agony no more
Because... I love you, that I must bring to fore
Twenty-two I'll be by this time tomorrow
For all my misdeeds, I'm filled with remorse and sorrow
Thank you Mommy, you are indeed the best
Knowing I'm your child, in peace I'll forever rest
Things you want from life are but a few
So I plead with the Almighty to render your wishes true
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