Maa

Happy Mother's Day Mumma. :) I Couldn't go beyond Maa for the title of the poem, because that's what she is to me, my Maa! :)

(For the uninitiated, Maa is the Hindi word for Mother)

Running down,

Wailing aloud,

My foot bleeding,

In and out.

You felt faint,

But my mother,

You still caught me around.

Picture pretty,

Beautiful princess,

You kept me prim and proper,

Perhaps sacrificing

Your own desires.

Shouted on me,

Sometimes slapped me,

For I got a zero,

I failed you,

I do realise,

But it wasn't all intentional.

102 , 103, 104 degrees,

You sat by my side,

All through it,

Fanning me as I slept,

Caressing me as I wept.

Even though I never say it,

In my heart it's embedded,

I love you mom,

And I don't think,

Moms get better than this! :D

Dearest pops,baba,as u like to be called,
Congratulations on hitting more dan half-century in your life.
Happy Birthday!!!
The other half of my best friend,you taught me how to be tough,how to hold on to a decision,how important and unique a mother is,how important speed in life is(-the world won’t wait for you to catch up!),how to sleep alone and how to walk alone in the dark.You were the one who gave me deadlines for all the things,including eating,so that I learn to focus.You were the one who taught me how important kajal and bindi is for a lady and only I had the privilege to put a bindi on your fore-head just see how you look!

And in return,it is only my unconditional love that I have to give you and a prayer to god to fill your each day with sunshine and that you always have a hand to hold near you.
love,
ur princess.. mwah!!

P.s: Another half of my best frnd is my mom!!

Missing u.. Mumma!!

i have always associated a particular smell with hospitals-a weird combination of antiseptics, injections, medicines and room fresheners... makes me want to throw up each time. hospitals are places of both death and birth,but it's always the former that i have associated with these places. they even smell of death. even the swankiest ones. green cloth, stretchers, dark rooms,white uniforms... and that smell. nothing has helped me get that smell out of my system.i hope a blog post helps this time...

mom is admitted in d hospital.. and now a days veryday i'am goin there to meet her, to feed her and to chat with her.. as well as praying god when will b she come back to home..?? its really painful to stay @ home without her... missing her badly.. :(