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.

 

 

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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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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…

To all…

Hello all those out there who have encouraged and motivated me in trying to bring out what i feel deep within.I appreciate and respect all your comments and suggestions.I will keep trying to do even better and hope you will be with me throughout this journey called “blogging”. I have received feedback from certain viewers claiming that they are unable to access my blog using IE.Any suggestions on how to rectify this problem would be most welcome.Thank you and hope to hear from you all…

Nobody feels

Nobody sees a simple girl as she  passes by,
though no one lacks an observant pair of eyes,
all they see is some pointless object,
of no value and useless in every way.

Nobody sees her smile that lights her face,
a joy that will take away all those pains,
see they might a blonde dressed to please,
makeup hiding blemishes and what not.

Nobody cares what she is going through,
each day a struggle that she must face,
instead they see the cars gleaming in the sun,
owners reclining while chaffeurs sweat it out.

Nobody knows what is happening outside,
the streets so unsafe,the crowds unstable,
everybody sights an actor fighting some bad guy,
just for the cameras, the money and all the fame.

Nobody hears the bombs dropping around the corner,
the shudder of mother earth being wrecked apart,
what they see is an occasion to click and boast,
they witnessed a catastrophe and escaped unhurt.

Nobody lies awake wondering how the soldiers fare,
guarding our borders with courage and valour,
they lack love for their Motherland conspicuous by its absence,
they can never feel the ache in a mother’s heart.

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