Kavyanjali

 Yes, I am  a mother Treated on par with the divine. I bore a life in me; Brought into this world, To  protect and to nourish; To provide and to  cherish. I have suffered and endured Have had dark sleepless nights; Juggled with multiple tasks, Let go of million things. Even so, I raised and loved; I taught and shaped. Yet you all judge my love for my own! Question my deeds ,my decisions. Just because I am a mother, my life is open for everyone- To judge and to be sorry To dig and to bury.

 

  Have you ever wondered why you encounter  the question "what do you do?" more than "how do you do? " (Maybe an Indian thing of poking one's nose into another's life). If you are a married woman and a mother at that, you will get this question more often. I have been fiddling with this  question for so many years now until one day the realization finally dawned upon me.  It is hard to keep up with the societal standards. It is harder to meet people's expectation about you. And the hardest part is answering the million dollar question 'what do you do?'   Well, it may sound a bit vague but the real intended question here is, how is your career graph going? At this juncture, everything else in life appears secondary. So it is pointless if you try to answer the question by listing out the things that you do on a day to day basis.  It doesn't matter if you learn new things each day or are teaching and moulding the future generation. It least conc

  The clouds may crumble And the sky may fall, Feet may stumble, Words may prick thy soul. The seas may roar, The earth may tilt, The rains may downpour, Winds may steal your quilt. The days maybe darker And nights so cold; The paths maybe harder, Yet you remain so bold. Because come what may; Even if the whole world shatters- Hold that little life in your arms  For she is all that matters.

                  I don't know if I stand tall but my feet surely feel buried in the muck; in the puddle spreading deep down into the earth, to its middle. I see the days pass, the seasons change and years go by But I stay still, the way I have always been- grounded and inert, yet so keen.   But I can sense my strength branching out into the embracing skies. Still my legs stay rooted as they watch me grow- tall as ever but laying so low.

 Oh sweet little moon  Shining up so bright Dont you see the little mind Tryin' to sleep tight? But all you do is send down A million dreams Of your twinkling stars And of colourful streams.  There are horses in the meadows Wagging their tails And wee fishes in the pond Hiding from big whales. The hippos are all snoozing In the moonlit pool Hearing them snore, The cows cant keep their cool. The dog in the house Is chasing down big bugs And the bear on the bed Keeps asking for hugs The wolf at the window Humming lovely notes For the sheeps all cozed up In their furry coats. Now, Hush little stars Be gentle and quiet And wish this litlle mind A peaceful nighty night.