Gauging My Limitations

As children grow up
Mothers must know their parameters.
When to trespass when not to have a granted thoroughfare.

A simple suggestion would mean... interfering.
A loud comment would mean ..snide remark.
Why can't mothers measure their endearments?

Or is it the love of mother that blinds her?
She forgets they are not the little ones.
Matured project handlers.
The world of  façade guides them,
So, leave them alone and mute your say
Mother.......

Swap of Roles Myriad more

Roop, for you
my words of endearment always grew.
Your life caused applause that never ceased.

You who after'bench'
braved the merciless taunts and snide remarks.

A lady perfect who remained equi poised
even in the face of the nastiest days.

Today you are on the verge of motherhood.
To carry your thoughts with equanimity.
a serene face you project
but conceal a brain that works fervently.

I wish you well; hope the legacy shines
you, who made me a mother and now a grand mom too
My applause continues ceaselessly.

A Shaft of Ray

I went through a time travel,
To the past and; the idyllic world;
Where everything is"Utopian".

To a world of love and promise,
My world was strewn with roses alone,
I was mesmerised and ecstatic.

Forgot myself and the present world disappeared.
day-in-day-out I was ringed with illusions.
Smoky world of illusions.

But one fine day a shaft of light'
broke into the forbidden ring.
And my bubble of illusions burst.
I found myself in the world of
Reality-responsibility and Values.

I wept-n-wept like 'Caliban', to Dream again,
I was like 'Jack' of the Third Level, searching for the ultimate.
A shadow of 'Professor Gaitonde'.

Now grounded back into the prosaic world.
Only reality no magic.
A faint Ray of Hope-
Will I have a fleet into fancy again.

Moving On With Silence

All sudden there is silence of a peculiar kind.

If one forgets why not I?

Philosophy says things are reciprocal.

God! It is so difficult.

Confused between ego and like.

How can thoughts be erased,

from the span of Life?

Difficult indeed ....

Remorse and dejection engulfs me.

Smile and laughter eludes me

far and far away from my life.

REVISITING

Revisiting painful memories.
Easier to lock it any way, unseen, unspoken.
We haul it invisible about our necks.
Only to be woken to realise,
We are rooted in a Keloidal past.
While the world had just rumbled passed.