mother – My Tales Within

It ain’t big, but its everything

Little hands Holds the world it ain’t big But then it’s everything It brings smile On his lips And it smiles Right back on him There lies In those eyes All the joy The world can bring It’s immense Beyond words Unmeasurable That feeling And I hold The infinite in my hand it ain’t bigContinue reading “It ain’t big, but its everything”

Amma

Emerged into the world A life Delivered through pain Suffering the excruciating Screaming To offset the pain Months of rearing Feeding off herself Her every bit of grain Fretting and worrying Unnoticed at time Many times, in vain Letting go her needs For everyone else Without a strain Ever willing to give To sacrifice SheContinue reading “Amma”

Achu – The Mahout

My father turns 84. He celebrates the thousand full moons. He had a childhood dream of becoming a Mahout. He celebrates his 84th birthday with his wife who turns 75. AchuThe young MahoutIs all of 84 For this young heartThe ageIs just a mere score Bathed freshIn milky light of thousand moonsHe is up forContinue reading “Achu – The Mahout”

Happy 75th Birthday Amma

हुए साल पचहत्तरपर बस गिनती केमन अभी भी बचपन से भराखिला खिला और सुंदर नया सीखने को तैयारबिना हिचक, बिना संकोचचाहे हो जाए कभी कोई गलतीअपनी कोशिश, वो कभी नहीं रोकती जो हो मन उदासतो हँस देती हैजब ना मिले जवाबतो ग़ुस्से से भरा message भी करती है अभी भी शायद बैठी होगीहम सब कोContinue reading “Happy 75th Birthday Amma”

She is the mother

Quiet but firmShe silently watchesShe is the mother Filled with emotionsShe hides with a smileShe is the mother She can shed a tearBut she holds them backShe is the mother From the shadows she emergedTo be a pillar of strengthShe is the mother

Amma ka phone aaya

अम्मा का फ़ोन आयाहाल चाल पूछामौसम का हाल भी समझाफिर कुछ और कहना चाहातो हमने कहाआज थोड़ा व्यस्त हूँकल काल करूँगा अम्मा चुप हो गयीकहते कहते रुक गयीऐसा हर बार सुना थापर इस व्यस्त होने का तर्कउनको कुछ विपरीत सा लगाकई सवाल मन में उठेकल और आज में फ़रकबहुत गहरा नज़र आया बेटा, ये कैसाContinue reading “Amma ka phone aaya”

Amma (mother)

For her, life is people, In her priorities She comes last Her heart does the thinking, She feels for all, Her own feelings come last Her memories are us Her messages, sometime remind us to remember Her ownself?? she forgets fast She rolls the laddus and bakes the cake Each one’s likings comes first HerContinue reading “Amma (mother)”