POETICbug: poems on mother

I am no Cinderella

One from the pair
of my favourite socks,
Hidden somewhere
in the hallway block,
That lucky pen, dear to me
and a notebook, nowhere to see,
One missing homework
from tomorrow's time-table,
Lurking in the school bag
to attack in class,
All astray, troubled me lot,
Frenzy, my search, a drought.

Those hurtful words
once a friend said,
Some teasing taunts
on me when laid,
Secrets, I got scared off,
Dreams to dare for,
Tangled in my long hair,
Waiting to be knitted away,
Nervous when I stained first,
Doubtful about my teen crush,
All testing times
when I feel low,
Eagerly waiting,
good times to show.

For all my troubles
and rough times,
Her magic wand ready to rhyme,
With mystic stars in the muggle world,
and little bit of her fairy dust,
She solves everything
and clears the dull.

No pumpkin carriage or lost shoe,
But for all my worries, true,
I am no Cinderella, just a daughter,
But my mom, she is my Fairy Godmother.

This poem is featured in My Blogworld - The Poetry Daily May 9, 2015 issue.

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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
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We all have shifted home

"We all have shifted home at least once, from the womb of our mother onto mother earth." This is a fact we very often do not acknowledge.

Moving out of the safe womb to the big strange world, we cling on to the one known person first, our mother. Just like being born is the new thing for a child, being a first time mother is a new thing for a lady. It is amazing how she, even being new to motherhood, manages to keep her compose and understands her child. She teaches her child the nuances of life while she learns about motherhood.

Just like for all of you out there, I know what is right and wrong because my mother taught me so. It is truth that will eventually help my way, is something she had shown me long ago. Also that a lie that could save an innocent is something I should never deny. When I look myself in the mirror today, I do see the reflection of her virtues in me. And undoubtedly, I feel privileged to be her child.

But often I think, is dedicating a day for her unlimited love, enough?
My letter is in fact this poem, for the amazingly, gorgeous being called, Mother.

In the puzzle of this world,
When you arrive,
Strange is the air, the faces,
But there is someone you know before,
Through that magical cord of life,
That strangely familiar one,
Who holds you tight, with her warmth,
Is the one we all call, mother.

Your broken, meaningless words are when,
She joins them together and finds the trail,
Unaware, when you move around her,
She knits your dreams quietly,
cleans your troubles cautiously,
washes your stain with all her might,
you don't get scarred for life.

Every time you think, you can lie,
Your mother somewhere takes a heavy sigh,
Friendship, love and kindness stories,
She also shares her life’s follies,
For she tries showering it all,
Those good virtues to help you not fall,
To speak what is right, no cover,
Truth is all that, you should always stand for.

She is ~
your friend to have fun,
a confidant when you have none,
your recipe for happiness,
that dedication for success,
your partner for long non-sense talks,
the believer when you feel it’s rough,
your vault of deep secrets,
the detective that catches when you’re fake,
your medication when nothing works,
without you knowing; your luck.

Because she doesn't ask,
doesn't demand nor complains,
You think she can deal with it again,
And sure she can, sure she will,
But if you can,
For her unfathomable ocean of love,
reciprocate;
live, laugh, celebrate;
With her, for her.

NB: I am writing a letter about how a mother teaches honesty to her child with the Max Life Insurance i-genius #YoursHonestly activity in association with BlogAdda.

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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)

Keep in touch

She sits on the armchair,holding her phone,

A routine to follow every Saturday,

Waiting cautiously to hear the phone ring,

So much to speak about the whole week,

Never to miss, a promise she made,

To her dear child when s/he left.

This poem is submitted to the following challenges-
#A to Z April Challenge 2015
#Ultimate Blog Challenge April 2015
#Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge April 2015
#NaPoWriMo April 2015

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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
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For the Indian Bride

Sometimes I think and mostly do not,

Sometimes it bothers or may be not,

When the question,

That inevitable one,

Sooner or later, it arrives,

From the moment I am promoted as a wife.

My wedding make up is still not gone,

The woman in me yet to be turned on,

Only yesterday I had my first night,

And today both sides expect a news delight!

Let me know him, feel him, want him

O! Love him right;

Then for few others,

This skips for a year, two, three or five,

One sunny day, rainy day or wintry night,

“What was she doing all this while?”

Comes up a statement surprise;

“Or maybe she is barren”

A taunt so harsh might arise;

I think hard, I think wise,

What was I doing all this while?

I married, I loved, I worked and I stuffed,

I aspired, struggled and really tired,

I saved; I spent, no holiday yet,

I shifted; I drifted, lost and found,

My irritation, pain, frustration aloud,

So many worries and I thrive,

How could I carry in me a ‘life’?

When, How, Where and Why?

Somehow I didn't do it, anyway,

No reason, no fuss, no fear,

I will give nothing for excuse,

Because I do not refuse,

Yes, I do not,

I do desire,

Of growing fat without bother,

Of eating whatever I gather,

Of getting pampered, rather,

Of motherhood, that would never wither,

But I will not have it for another,

For no force, no pressure, no mockery,

would my womb give in to so easily,

When she is ready,

She would whisper to me,

With my partner in hand,

I would home you my baby.

( Motherhood needs to be a decision of the couple involved and not a forced rule of the family (both sides) , by large. This poem is just another viewpoint on that. )

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)

Cry of my empty womb

Of flesh and blood,

I write this story,

Untidy, unstrung chords,

Unforgotten lullaby lost,

Crippled cradle cries,

Knitted socks unwind,

To cuddle, to dandle,

A broken toy lies,

As plaits and red ribbons,

Traverse a torturous journey,

Might, mightier, mightiest wins,

Her first breathe incomplete,

Her last cry unheard,

As an un-satisfied family

and a helpless mother,

Stand to witness,

my daughter's brutal murder,

Filled with guilt and pain,

All I have is your wondrous nine months

and now shame,

No flesh, no blood in me remains,

Only your carcass;

And my empty womb laments.

{Even today somewhere in some clumsy corner someone will be forcibly aborting a girl child, mercilessly. To all of them I request, please STOP ! I would not be writing this today if I wasn't lucky enough to be born to my parents. So please try to be lucky for your child whether boy or girl.}

This poem is published in the Fox Chase Review Summer 2014 edition.
(http://www.thefoxchasereview.org/poetry.html)

This poem also features in The Fox Chase Review nominations for Best of the Net 2014. http://foxchasereview.wordpress.com/2014/09/28/our-nominations-for-best-of-the-net/

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)

Haiku - Umbrage

This is my second year in A to Z April Challenge 2014.

After the enriching experience of 2013 I decided to continue yet again. And this time more streamlined. As I was learning to write 'haiku' I thought to make it my theme for this year's challenge. I learnt haiku with a image is far more captivating and so I will try to combine my haiku with a relevant photo. I am sure with so many experienced poets participating in this challenge I would get the right kind of feedback for my haiku to improve. There could not be a better forum than A to Z April Challenge to get readers and reviewers for your work. I am thankful for this opportunity to the entire team.

Day 21 - Letter U

Umbrage

Mighty tide of life

awaits, as the baby leaves,

it’s mother’s umbrage

Haiku - Mother

This is my second year in A to Z April Challenge 2014.

After the enriching experience of 2013 I decided to continue yet again. And this time more streamlined. As I was learning to write 'haiku' I thought to make it my theme for this year's challenge. I learnt haiku with a image is far more captivating and so I will try to combine my haiku with a relevant photo. I am sure with so many experienced poets participating in this challenge I would get the right kind of feedback for my haiku to improve. There could not be a better forum than A to Z April Challenge to get readers and reviewers for your work. I am thankful for this opportunity to the entire team.

Day 13 - Letter M

MOTHER

The shawl in winter

The water, quenching summer

The cover from rain

This is a submission to A to Z April Challenge 2014

Woman, that I love

Watch of your eyes,
Unveiling my concealed worries,
A hold so tight,
Filling the confidence I need,
Woman, you are the mother I love,
O! Sure I do.

Wrangle over the candies less,
Spoiling your painting,
Relentless jabber and complains,
Accomplice of my tree house secrets,
Woman, you are the sister I love,
O! Sure I do.

Warmth of your embrace,
Smell of that fragrance on you,
A smile welcoming home,
Gentle kiss to do,
Woman, you are the wife I love,
O! Sure I do.

Wiggling uneven plaits,
Polka dotted hat and dress,
Riding on me throughout the day,
A sister, wife and mother to be,
Woman, you are the daughter I love,
O! Sure I do.

TRIVIA
---------
{ A man's love for the women in her life. }

Day 23- Letter W submission for April A to Z Challenge 2013.

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