Gift from GOD; Holding The Torch!

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
with mouthfuls 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!

Copyright © 2008 VeerajaR

Free Thy Soul

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!


-Poetry by VeerajaR

Copyright © 2008 VeerajaR