mother..

oh sweet, my loving mother!
how enigmatic, your tender touch,
petals on your saree sway,
just like you sway in my heart.

of umpteen miseries you have within,
of closed shackles, you frown upon;
tell me mother.

I long to see your glowing face, mother;
to touch your feet, to hold your hand,
and, induce all your sorrows upon mine,
oh mother, would you let me?

I long to see your fragrant smile, mother
I long to smell your unbound aura,
I long to feel your voice upon mine, mother..

only if i was omnipotent, I could join you for dinner tonight, mother
only if I could break this social labyrinth of distance,
only if I could....

you are my wall, and I'm your graffitti, mother
I long to see you, mother,
forever and ever more....

endowed with passivity

I am weakened by a simmering mirage;
by its intoxication ,i imbibe
when in a dreamy state of languor
I strive to fill the divide.

the divide, though, creamed with a concealed renaissance
like a hole in a stagnant heart,
or the frayed vision of a passive stance,
i strive to find a gullible start.

everything seems layered with a synoptic endeavour,
filled with hopeless props,
like languishing water of a cursed shower,
i strive to boast of my incredible drops.