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Month February 2020
MOTHERHOOD AND GUILT ARE INSEPARABLE
Motherhood is a delicate stretch in a woman’s life. It goes with all twists and turns but in the end, all are great moms, not bad, not imperfect but the best moms for the child.
Read through my article for Candlesonline this week. Comments are invited moms…and parents. Thank you
Let me freeze the time and live in it
Heartbeats, thumping like the beats of music.
that you always loved listening to.
I just heard only the rhythm, it was playing..
as you were sighted right in front of me..
brightening my eyes..
overwhelming my thoughts, with nothing but you..
I stood awake,
but I was closing my eyes and listening to the heart,
which homes me..
like the raindrops, falling into the ocean…
becoming one with it..
I wished you rain upon me…
reciting the poetry of dewdrops…
and smooching away the inhibitions in me…
all I knew it that, the only thing I want
is love you much more…
and feel alive.
Just freeze the moment..
and loop in that moment forever
and let you take me into you…- The Home I always adore to be in.
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I am the poetry, you bleed in love
Engulf my thoughts,
with the boundless zest.
rekindle my moments with that music,
that just taunts my memories…
that floods in, giving a rush of emotions …
spurring my poetic senses..
all I need is those warm cuddles..
wherein my words come flooding by..
like the uncountable caresses you shower on me,
every word, you utter becomes poetry to me..
and every touch you make,
enthralls my skin…
invoking the hidden desires…
that slips away from my lips but ends in yours…
I want to be the poetry..
that you recite, with the ink you bleed in love with me..
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The Ignored Child
Away was she, from cuddles;
awarded only occasionally,
was her presence …
unknown was she, as she was never considered
loved to the core,
not knowing she is just a bait…
her words were silenced,
her wishes were snubbed
it was only her fake smile, that lingered
yet, her pain staggered, floating with her as an unknown soul
she was just around but neglected every time…
her pain pondered, breaking her every time…
as she was ostracized by all she loved…
she even cured her pain, by ignoring it.
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