NAPOWRIMO- Touch of a Mother

Under this shelter of comfort
does my true happiness reside
The words that coax me to move ahead
teaching that life isn’t always beautiful like paradise.
I may not always say a thank you
but my imperfections are perfect to her eyes
Formalities are between strangers
she is the umbilical chord of my life.
Words spoken few, yet deeper are its feelings
like the touch of my mother is an heavenly abode on earth
Joys or sorrows, she is the same more than me
Her touch in my life is beyond any worth.

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Umbilical Cord-Womb(Part 2)

Tranquility fills  my heart,
When I see my baby sleeping in the cradle.
Here’s an emotion that keeps on replaying on my mind,
Oh ….oh….oh, I am now become a Mama, a new life is waiting to start.
I gently hold him in my arms,
His soft skin tenderly resting on my palms.
He instinctively looks at me with his dark coloured eyes,
Unaware of many facts and worldly charms.
I kiss my baby and cuddle him close,
Here’s a part of my flesh I see before my eyes.
After nine months of wishes and dreams,
This is a moment I wish to capture and hope it froze.
An umbilical cord has bound our souls into one,
He can recognize his Mama’s warmth; the one like in the womb.
And peacefully clings on to me amidst his sleep,
Making me feel like a Royal Queen at once.

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Disclaimer:”The image is ‘A Charcoal Painting’ done by my Talented Cousin Alzin Menezes which inspired me to pen this poem down”.
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Waiting For You!!!


In the silence of my thoughts, I felt an urge to read all my poems  aloud.
Each of them written about a theme or spot, a chord of love within each bound.
I came across and sure you have too, why the Wait is an integral of many of my prose?
When not all the times were all that sad, but somehow it has been a reason of my compose
Because its a moment we all must have had, the period of waiting in our life……     
     
9 months , a mother carries her baby in her womb and waits to have the first glimpse of her newborn .
During dinner, we all wait to have a delicious meal with all our loved ones.
A parent waits to see his kid speak his first word, crawl and later grow and stand on his feet.
A young lad waits to explore new opportunities and aspire to be someone big.

Yes, many of my poems on love too include the blend of those emotions,
May be because I’m still waiting for My Special One!!!
I ink these words down as a memoir on this paper today,
So that MY LOVE will read and understand the epitome of me waiting for him someday.

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Sacred Womb

Nine months I held you in my womb,
your birth has bought my life a new bloom.
You lay in the cradle your daddy fitted ,
wearing a cute dress your mummy knitted.
You wrap me around with your small hands,
your charms make me fulfill your every command.
Baby, I am really in awe to see you smile,
makes my happiness to reach the sky.
You cry to seek my loyal attention,
waiting for the day wen you will call” mama” in precision
I know you love the beautiful nursery we designed,
where my lovely princess loves to spend most of her time.
See, I bought you new presents and toys to play with, My Baby,
I can see your curious eyes wondering what they may be,
It’s already evening, how quickly time passes by;
now its time for Mama to sing a sweet lullaby.
Baby look at me, why are you looking so pale,
oh …oh dear my sweetheart, dont’t give me start,
You know, I have planned for you a special treat,
Dont do this to me, its makes me skip my heartbeat.
“She is not there, don’t hurt yourself, please come to reality,My love!!!”
………….No…No…No it can’t be be true…..
Was I speaking to my EMPTY WOMB……………………….
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