Turning Times…

My hands are weedy,

And My head is heavy…

My legs are shaky,

And My senses dizzy…

My memory betray,

And My words unruly,

My sight is blurry…

And my heart is shivery…

My voice is noisy,

And My dining etiquettes messy…

My pace is crawly,

And my patience is angry…

Being pulled down by Gravity,

My strength is teary…

World is moving speedily,

And I am getting very nervy…

I need you now the way you did then…

The Toddler you with hands so tiny,

With Head heavier than your own body…

With trembling legs you stood all wobbly,

And had senses that were extremely cranky…

Your memory was flabby,

And your language dreamy…

You had grape like eyes but not very canny,

And Strong heart but at times mousy…

With Angelic voice but restless nights made them screechy,

And eating was for all expect your tummy…

The trekker in you was lazy,

And your temperament jumpy…

Mocked by Gravity,

Your Strengths felt pushy…

World went by you in a jiffy,

And you always got edgy…

You needed me then like I need you now…

You needed me then,

But never could ask…

Turning Times and I need you now,

But, can only hope…

P.S.

Small tribute to all aging Parents and their growing up children and to turning times...

I am from You and You Only from Me…

I was born green,
And I was born rich…
I was blessed with abundance,
Ample for all my kids…

With a blessing Father, 
The mighty Sun…
And soothing Sisters, 
Streams, Rivers and Oceans…

With notorious yet cheering Brothers, 
The sky, breeze and winds…
And wrapped in my protecting armor, 
The robust cloak of ozone soldiers…

All was well planned by my Creator,
For a kingdom of glory to last forever…
And yet a Mother nears her end…
And yet her children stay ignorant…

A Mother today seeks a favor,
From her children, for her children…
Dipped in cement, clogged with fumes,
A Mother today begs, stricken, crying in pain…

Tell your Leaders to take help of my Father,
For he shall forever burn to feed your energy hunger…
Tell your friends to be cautious with my Sisters,
For only your few Aunts house drinkable treasures…

Tell your fellow-travelers to use more of public transporters,
For my air is chocking and my oil is depleting…
Warn the litterers to not insult me,
For my ground cannot breathe buried in debris…

Stop the murderers from hurting your brother forests,
For without them there will be no life…
Recycle your waste, don’t just throw them away,
For I am feeble and would take decades to wear it away…

Oh my Children, your Mother is worried,
For your life is stressed and your hearts are fading…
So please take care, Jog a little and play a little,
Laugh a lot and never stop learning…

Give your less fortunate siblings knowledge boats,
Help them sail; they are your brothers…
Let them not feel defeated, 
Let them not feel less privileged…

Don’t let my estranged children tear me apart,
Don’t let my family fall apart…
You are young with a lifetime ahead,
Remember, I am from You and You Only from Me…

I am from You and You Only from Me…

WOMANHOOD

She flew beyond the skies,
And She flew amongst the stars...
When a small town girl,
Set out with big dreams in her heart...

She put a smile on zillions,
And popped heart of millions...
Kalpana Chawla made the Nation proud,
When She conquered her orbit-dreams...

She is the one who defines WOMANHOOD to me...

She left her home,
And She left her peace...
She traveled to shores,
With her angelic deeds...

A Catholic by religion,
And an Albanian born...
Mother Teresa healed countless of souls,
And gave all aeon of hopes...

She had no grounds to discriminate her deeds…
She is the one who defines WOMANHOOD to me...

She sang from her heart,
And struck a chord with a million…
With divinity in her voice,
She soothed souls innumerable…

For her life meant music,
And She made music our paradise…
Lata Mangeshkar and Asha Bhosle are such stalwarts,
Who laid foundation to numerous melody dreams...

They are the one who define WOMANHOOD to me...

Even before we are born,
She knows our heart beats...
She endures our crazy kicks,
And yet nurtures our dreams...

She helps us stand tall,
And picks us up, if ever we fall…
She stands by our side, sturdy as a Tree,
And always dares us to walk free...

It is every Mother who defines WOMANHOOD to me...

She is the Homemaker in a gazillion homes,
And She is the happiness for untold souls...
She puts your needs even before her own,
Yet She demands no more than Respect for her own...

She lays the footing for our values in life,
And She is our support pillar in those difficult times...
She is, Each Lady, Life’s Curator,
She is, for each of us, our Creator…

Every Lady defines WOMANHOOD to me...


P.S. Happy Women's Day - 2014