Its’ time…

My lil one will soon turn 5. An age where innocence still exists, where the world is full of colour and not black or white. I am in no hurry to see her all grown up, ready to face the world with confidence and will. But hurry i must to tell her what can happen anytime, anyplace and by someone known or unknown.

For her each person who smiles or tries to talk to her is a harmless person, an uncle or aunt or perhaps an elder brother or even a friend. I have to tell her not all are friendly or just making conversation. I have to make her understand that some have dirry thoughts, perverse intentions or even murderous plans. How can a child as small as her judge or even fathom what goes on in anyone’s mind? We as adults cannot distinguish good from bad. So how can i tell to beware? Do i need to make her wary of all who talk to her? Should she perhaps shy away from everyone to avoid being hurt? Won’t that make her an insecure individual, incapable of trust and companionship. Can i assure her of my presence whenever she has to venture out? Will that help her grow?

In these troubling times each person i come across is looked upon with suspicion. Parents are rebuked at for giving their child a lil bit of independence. Should i hold on tighter so my darling is safe? Will that guarantee a lifetime of secure existence? I can try and teach her to be careful but is that enough?  I assure myself that no harm will befall us but is that a false sense of security?

My girl holds my hand for she knows i won’t let go. She is comfortable and assured of my steady hand as i guide her through the streets, as i take her along. I am nervous inside as life throws u into situations you can never be prepared for.

I am strong as she will gain strength by observing me. I cannot falter as she will lose that sense of hope, that feeling of being secure, that idea of a safe and peaceful world. Should i fall she will be unable to raise herself, to get up and brush herself before moving on. I will not let her sense my fear, my apprehension, my worry that anything might happen. Protect her i shall but defend her i wont, that she will learn for she will one day face it all by herself. So my dear one, i stand by you and support you but i need you to be ready for anything that will shake your ideals, break your trust, make you doubt your loved ones. Its’ a cruel, crazy, mad world out there. Be strong, be brave, cry if it helps, never fear coz fight u must for yourself and for us…

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We all are unique

I am writing this after i came across this little girl in a hospital. I know nothing about her except she was differently abled. The anxious parents especially the mother’s tears moved me. It made me thankful for all i have received in my life till date. If they can keep hopes up then we all can. It was an eye opener of sorts and i still keep them in my thoughts and prayers.

Life is a gift and it has to be treated with care. What we have is a miracle and the sooner we realise, the better for us.

I saw her in her mother’s arms,

The girl i knew nothing about.

Her body so weak and fragile,

But still she seemed at peace.

 

Mother’s eyes teary and sad,

Save my child is what i read in them,

Her love knew no bounds, hope limitless,

Anxiously waiting for that heart to beat.

 

A child she gave birth to,

A special one she nurtured and cared for,

While all the world looked on in pity,

She saw a perfect child in her arms.

 

We all wish to be perfect in everything,

Beauty, brains , riches and all materialistic needs,

Our eyes shy away from small imperfections,

We stare shamelessly at the healthy and wealthy.

 

We all have a desire to survive,

Our struggles different, our paths unique,

Yet compare we must and despair too,

While some of us are unable to even move.

 

It is a mad mad world out there,

Of crazy people and crazier thoughts,

Sane are those who learn to feel alive,

Insane are the ones who choose to follow.

 

Be like the mother who knows no difference,

Be like a child who smiles at strangers,

Be like the special who live for today,

Be like the father carrying burdens for family.

 

 

Born to be Me…

 

Till now i have shown myself through posts, poems, thoughts written about people i have come across or observed. Today i bring forth what i feel i am as a person. It may seem like i am boasting and that’s alright. We all know ourselves better than anyone else does so why not let it out in the open ;). One life, one soul, one chance to be me!!!

Bold but still scared to face fear,
Beautiful as I see myself ,
Strong as any woman should be,
Sensitive not something I pride.

A dreamer and hopeful always,
A humour which backfires at times,
A sarcasm that can be wicked,
A frank , outspoken , broadminded lady.

I regret not what I may have done,
I love myself more than I reveal,
I stand by my decisions and mistakes,
I live to be me and free I shall be.

Celebrating 10 years of Togetherness…

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My Little Princess

You came into our lives,
One early morning at the break of dawn,
My heart skipped a beat,
As I held you in my arms.

Our lives changed completely,
Days flew like the wind,
There was just the two of us,
Now we are a family.

Your cries so loud defy your size,
You attained fame in a short while,
Lending your voice to the babies’ choir,
You are a true born leader.

Pacifying you is a trick needing practice,
You are inconsolable when bawling,
No toy, no pacifier will have any effect,
What must we do to calm you!

You smiled for the first time,
Your eyes lit up with joy,
Your toothless grin unmatchable,
Your innocence so adorable.

No matter we fail to please you,
You reward us with an endearing smile,
All the agony your cries give us,
Vanish in an instant like magic.

You are mummy’s pet,
Daddy dotes over you,
Grandparents rock you to sleep,
Darling you are my little baby girl.

Mummy…

A year ago it was just us, my husband and me. Life was simple but there was a void. I didn’t realise what was missing till I became pregnant. Then our lives changed. A friend once said ” your child will hold the steering wheel and you will have to go where he/she drives you”. It sounds weird but that’s the way it is! My baby girl is nearly 3 months old and we still have so much to learn. No school or college can teach you how to be a good parent. Sometimes nothing seems to be right and yet you hang in there. There are some lessons I have learnt/am leaning :

Patience : The more you have the better.

Hunger : There is no schedule and the moment she is hungry, she has to be fed. Delaying her feeding may result in cries which no one wants to hear!!

Sleep : There is no day/night and she sleeps after each meal. I still have to learn to follow her sleep routine myself😃.

Cry baby : She cries when hungry, when pooping or after, when she is sleepy ( she doesn’t want to sleep), when awake and at times I have yet to figure out why.

Baby talk : She makes sounds which are her way of conversing. It sounds foolish but it is fun to chat with her.

Smile : It is the reward you get for listening to her. It melts my heart and you feel you are doing just fine.

Even now it feels so amazing to have given birth. Now I feel complete.

Aside

Being

 

Been away so long but never far,
been distant but yet never out of reach,
been missing action but never disappeared,
been absent from here but never left.

Wanting to be different has been difficult,
challenging myself has made life complicated,
striving to achieve what i myself don’t know,
wishing for success where there is none.

Waiting for a silver lining within dark clouds,
eyeing the horizon with anticipation and eagerness,
watching the sun go down and twilight appear,
gazing at the moon creeping through the mountains.

Thinking today is when i will do it perhaps,
wondering what i want to accomplish so suddenly,
dreaming my way through glory never to be had,
hoping against hope for something which isn’t mine…

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