Some words

A thousand blank pages wait to record a few lines,
Some serious, some trivial, some mixed like life,
All gathered from the same rambling mind,
Which has loved to dream, to love and to lose.

The serious thoughts were all about your loss
A vacuum that I have never been able to fill,
A turning point from the fact that I was loved,
Into a world full of options and crossroads.

The trivial thoughts were all written in joy,
A bundle of words on a beautiful morning,
When the fresh air and bright blue sky
Was more than enough to make me high.

But the best was always the mixed ones,
Not too sad or happy; just real like today's.


Tuesday, March 23, 2010

For Baby



My soul you are; my child,
My baby fluttering inside.

My days are full of longing,
Dreams of being your mom.

You were a dream before;
Now waiting at my door.



What bundle of surprises,
Wisdom, virtues and vices.

What a bond will ours be? 

I wait for time to tell me.

Unborn child, my little one,
Teach me again how to love.

4 comments:

കൊച്ചു മുതലാളി said...

ഏകേനാപി സുപുത്രേണ
വിദ്യായുക്തേന സാധുനാ
ആഹ്ലാദിതം കുലം സര്‍വം
യഥാ ചന്ദ്രേണ ശര്‍വ്വരീ

ചാണക്യ നീഥി 3:16

R. Ramesh said...

brilliant yar..awesome...n touching...

swapnap said...

Looks like a stork visit is due :)

How are you? Nice to read you again.

Anya said...

Wow!!
Touching poem :))

Greetings from The netherlands
Anya :)