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Last piece of hope

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I sat in dismay

wondering what made me fail

the failure hit my heart like a bomb

destroying the peacefulness in my life

everything shattered into pieces

which I tried to pick and join

yet everything mismatched

the whole things seemed misplaced

thinking deeply I found what ruined me

trust played a vital role in breaking myself

yet courage was my power to rise

I decided to hold on to the last piece of hope

that shined across, to climb up the hole

the deep hole where I fell into following the unknown

the known played with my heart

molded into something I never ever imagined

the scars became the chains to bound my heart

to never follow the unknown

I learned that life wasn’t easier

yet I created a new me to follow my passion.

the passion that led me to my success

the new life I drew for myself was my dreamland

the land that flourished my dreams.

my soul got its wings to fly into the world of me.

The Window

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As I sat near the window

browsing the outside world

from the small browser I had – my window

the world was unique from there

I never knew that I would fall in love with that small opening

in the mornings, the window opens me up to the bright sunlight

in the night it brings me the public that is off to sleep

and it will be just me and the night

the night ..with all it beauty

overlapping my thoughts

the window became the world to me

the four borders encapsulating a beautiful world in it

as if my window was the painting on my wall

which changes its pictures daily

it had sorrow, love, pain and happiness

every colorful was life captured in it

and gifted to me

As I sat and watched it forever

penning down my thoughts as I see them

hoping that one day I would be a picture in it too

the window showed me different phases of life

the hardworking, the idle, the old, the young and the newborns  

every individual had a story to tell.

She was chained …

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The busy roads

Vehicles running past here and there

everyone busy in mobiles or reading newspapers

the world around her was revolving faster

faster than her heart beat

every second flashed through

the time was ticking quickly

she wanted to hold a second in her hand

and sweep through every microsecond in it

living through the moments

she wished she could live every second with him

looking into his eyes, feeling his warmth

forget the rushing world around them

just them in the whole world

where they could love and be one again

none has time, even when they can find time

she battled among the loneliness and the crowded world

emotions caused a huge shadow where she resisted herself to be one among the crowd

she was all alone, even when thousands were holding her hands

she thought it was her inner self, pulling her away from everything around her

she smiled hiding her tears, battling with the tears rolling out of her eyes

the feelings were crushed under the feets of others

who knew her, but never realized her dreams

she dreamt of running away throwing away all the shackles of emotions

but the chains were stronger, that it wounded her soul, more than her body

the wounds never healed, it bled and bled enough that she forgot the pain

as her body was lost in the space

She looked out of the window for the hope

a hope that let her live the afflictions

the agony of being alive till the hope arrives one day to revive her

her soul waited for the moment to liberate from her tortured mortal

she stayed up all along with contemplation.

Obsession – being a mom

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Take me by your hands

let me walk with you

for the rest of your life

she looked down and held those tiny hands,

who want to walk along with her

those hands meant a world to her

the soft and tenderness of the hand, was her strength

to fulfill and accomplish her journey

she never knew that she would be leading the path to the life she wanted

even though, she walked in front holding those tiny fingers

it was those tiny hands, that gave her strength to move on

the hands that held her firmly,

and knew would never leave her side

it might not be the strongest hands that held her…

but the willingness was always there

and that led her to live

live life to the fullest

none could beat the vision and the love she had for her children

she can walk miles, without even measuring the time and distance

never getting tired or judged by those lovely eyes

the only love that is unconditional and true in the whole world

the trust, that is blind

the care, that is given forever

the bliss of being a mom

~~the bliss of being a mom~~~

To the princess -Who is teaching me motherhood

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I was a wanderer, lost in thoughts and dreams

It was me who wanted to get out of the world and fall in love with nature and forget the world around me.

Little did I knew what the heaven was and what a blessing was,

The moment you arrived in my womb, everything changed, I was someone whom I never knew.

The days and months were the barriers among us, the wait was intolerable.

Never ever realized I could wait for someone, I have never seen

The pain was negligible, with the thought of your first sight

I prayed for the strength and blessing for the first time in my life just to witness your arrival into my world from your home which you made in my womb.

We played with each other all those nine months.

At times I wondered, how do you manage inside me 

I remember the soft hands and legs that moved inside me, giving me some sleepless nights, I knew you just wanted me to know that you were there with me

The moment was the most cherishable one in my life when you came and kept you soft dewdrop like hands on me and sucked the very first drop of milk.

The mom in me was hiding somewhere deep in the dungeons of my heart, which came alive and up.

I see you grow, take your first steps, I fought with the World when someone criticized you, and I will still do that

Growing up, we are fighting like kids do, am becoming a more like a typical mom with all the tantrums like all other moms, forgive me if you feel am not making you feel special.Am a like a lost child who don’t know what to do next as you are my live exam, for which I am not prepared.

I stumble and fall attimes on head or hands yet am managing my very best to be a mom . Forgive me for my ignorance , as you know this is both new for me and you

On your birthday today, the only thing I want to tell you is ” I love you always and forever”

Thank you, my little princess, for making me realize my strengths when I thought I reached the horizon of my dreams and strength, adding more to my wings and helping me fly higher.

 

Let’s escape into the dreams

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Dreaming and being lost in her dreams was something she loved.

She felt her dream land was far better to be in.

She closed her eyes as if they were glued together to forget her space in the real world.

Even before she slipped into her sleep, she wanted to dream, she works on her imagination wheel, to stir the ride to her Utopia. The world where she wants to enter even with her eyes open.

The best thing about her world is, everything is perfect, dreamy covered in snow, rain, greenery, flowers everything that she was fond of. The dreamland she built when she was hardly too small to understand what a dream was.

The perfect land had marvelous giant green-clad mountains, enormous shady trees that give her shade as well as contains her favorite tree house. She loved tree houses. She wanted to live amidst the green leaves and witness the beauty of the world around her, from her comfy treehouse. She dreamt of it many times, when she would be sitting on the deck and witnessing the beautiful world she crafted on her own.

She loved the long walks in the garden of love, where everything bloomed when she smiled and the grass comforted her when she lay there, as if in her mother’s womb, warm and comfortable.

She was perfectly imperfect in the real world she felt, but here in her world, she was the princess. She played with butterflies and birds. She was never tired of her world.

When the real world gets her messed up, her dreamland brings her back to normal. She takes a walk in the alluring beauty for a while, caressing everything with her soft hands on the way. The path was endless.

She could sit hours and admire the glass house of the dew drops on the leaves, which was a spectacular combination of nature colors.She smiled at the dew drop, trying to find out her own reflection in it. The drops were too small to contain her. She wanted to love someone, who could contain her image in their eyes.

In her world, nobody asked her to be pretty, no one complained about anything, she could walk around like a free bird, be messy and dirty and do everything she ever loved.

It was time to move on, she knew she would be back here in a jiff. She bid a lovely goodbye in the hope to be back again as she closed her eyes.

It was the perfect time in the morning, where the whole world sleeps and she wakes up to her alarm.

It was time for some reality !!!

I need my mom-always and forever

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Yes , am proud to say that am a mommy’s girl. It doesn’t mean that I never fight with her, but I love her the most in my whole world. She is my role model, she is my guide, mentor, teacher, a mother and what not .

Though I am running my family in a different world ,which is almost my nest, but my home and my mom is the world’s safest place for me. My days start with the messages from her, gone are the days when I used to be called up to wake up by my mom. I used to remember those days quite well enough, my school and college days when she was my alarm. Now am the alarm- a mom in the making.

I can never be like her, though I adore her so much. I wish I could be at least a little perfect like her. Even though I pose a stronger side of me to everyone , at times when am alone and feeling pain- I miss her the most.

A mom can never be replaced – the minute I call her, even miles apart, her words are comforting . Even though far away, her voice is like a soft touch on my soul, making me relax- whispering in my ears – relax dear the world is not running away- be calm.

She is the motivational factor who lets me do and conquer things which I never dreamt of ever in my life. She is like my heaven to me, where I can relax and enjoy being a child again. Everything good or bad- I want to share it with her first. There is more fun in being with her- I love the long walk to temples gossiping about everything and anything in the whole world.

Her talks make me calm and pleasant-else am too irritating usually. 🙂

I wonder what would I do- if she is not taking care of me and my family. The pillar of my home and an engineer to my home. I admit I cry at times when I miss her a lot and fuss over the phone when I am not able to reach her. Thanks to technology at least being far away- am able to hear her voice and even see her.

I wish I could be a mom like her, I know I don’t have the pinch of patience,creativity or feeling as much as she has. But of course, worth trying .