Christmas is here! Here… with Jingles and Yule Logs Cinnamon Ciders and Gingerbread figurines… The Child within us beaming joyously- Because a Child was born so humble and Holy- We Children keep singing “JOY to the WORLD…” Carol along streets every year… Growing with Christmas that never fails… To rekindle Cherished memories- wrapped so lovingly…but, Crisply unwrap each Christmas… for sharing!
Sigh, sitting on the porch… Sipping away the brimming tea, Shifting into bliss afar… Sensing the exotic aroma, Seeping through my soul… Slowly lifting me up!
Soothing notes… of thousand Song bird calls… and Sweet scents of Honeysuckles Sweeping through my senses, Softly lulling me into a… Slumber of acute awareness!
Letting me rule the day in tailor made dresses... She always made my Birthdays-very special! With matching new ballerinas and stockings... Chocolates and sweets to shower my friends withmouthfuls of buttery cake melting into bliss! Most of all, it is THE day- Declared free... from spanking! A day, I try to test her patience and THE extent of her love.... in my childish little ways! I have gotten wiser by the year In her selfless love that burned deep within Just so that...we could emerge holding the torch Of values she stood by- honest and straight forward Fearing no evil, she held her head up with shimmering aura that kept everyone at bay with such respect and awe! But, she held us tight- by the hand-protecting in her shadow that was once my whole world, and is still... My peaceful Haven-where my soul seem to yearn for that torrential love of my mother To keep me afloat and rise above... All the trials of life-still holding high, the torch She passed on to me with pride... Trusting me to succeed, holding my head up In full honesty and conviction to see the beauty In all GOD's creations-including the humble me!
Oh! In shimmering self-made cage Of steaming jealousy and scourging rage Over- possessiveness and growing greed Objects immaterial that steadily feed Our ego, poor souls- thus, trapped! Open the ugly cage-so, warped Out… let pure souls free-to be One with loving GOD, Almighty!
I hope she understands... I do it all- for I love her dearly Lest she may fall or in way of danger I scream to catch her attention! I hope she doesn’t hear, just the scream But, the pain of a protective mother who wants the very best of the best for her angel-the apple of her eyes!
The name says it all Apple of my eyes, I call with every Red drop full I love my little girl! Answer to my prayers A blessing from above Amidst all pandemonium Arrived like an angel!
With twinkle in her eyes Wet black hair framing Her soft rosy cheeks, A bundle of beautiful genes-doctor proclaimed!
Sigh, sitting on the porch… Sipping away the brimming tea, Shifting into bliss afar… Sensing the exotic aroma, Seeping through my soul… Slowly lifting me up!
Please, let me Oh, Lord! to... Put my mom Up on a... Pedestal, made of the Purest gold... Adorn it with Precious gems of Ceylon and Poetry garlands strewn on... Pouring love, from my heart!
Please, grant me..Oh, Lord! Poetic words melting like Pure milk Chocolate, solid as Pure gold... glistening smooth. Picking her out of all angels Placing in her womb, you blessed... Poor soul like me, forever!
Dear, Oh dear…Daughter my dear Do you not know? Depart I did not! Dear, Oh dear…Daughter my dear Do you not know? That I .. Dare not leave you!
Dear, Oh Dear… Daughter my dear Do you not feel? Deep within you, do I dwell! Dear, Oh Dear… Daughter my dear Do you not hear? Drumming heart hums, I love you!
Dear, Oh Dear…Daughter my dear Daring feats and challenges… Darling you take upon, Dear, Oh Dear… Daughter my dear Do you not show? The... Desired spark of me!
Dear, Oh Dear… Daughter my dear Dwell do I not... through every Dream of yours? Dear, Oh Dear… Daughter my dear Dreams by achieving, you… Delight me heavenly!
Have you ever questioned the existance of GOD? I'm sure at one point or another you question that if not out loud! For me-my Mother-was the proof of the existance of GOD.
I first believed in GOD because my mother told me GOD is everything and he is the one who made everything. My mummy's words were all that was needed for me as a child. But, as I grew older and realized how great and dedicated she was to us-her kids,me and my brother- she became the proof of GOD's existance.
I am still trying to figure out how I come to deserve such a beautiful and dedicated mother, who gave us more than life. She lived, toiled and died with only one thought-her children's well being.
She is in a better place, I am sure-showered in GODs Grace, Mercy and immersed in eternal... Peace.
How could I not think of my mother today-on Easter Sunday? How could I not, but only Praise GOD for his Mercy on me and my brother, for lending his angel to be our mother? I am sure she is in heaven and blissfully glowing in God's Grace, Mercy and eternal Peace.
"Eternal rest grant unto her, Oh, Lord; Let the perpetual light shine upon her; May she rest in PEACE, Amen!"