O CHILD OF MINE

With arms outstretched you run to me
Yelling ‘amma’
Coming to a halt in front of me
While your arms wrap around my knees
Tightly, drenching me with love, more than I can accrue.

This simple action makes me feel blessed
For having you
in my life. So blessed.
O child of mine from me wrested
Motherhood is mine today because of you.

May 9,2010

The Illusion

The clear crystal shimmers under the golden streaks,

Warming up, with not a speck of ripple –

A rustle is all that is needed for turbulence to overcome the meek.

The pearly whites shine with ruby coating the outsides,

Warming up, always infecting all around –

The eye belies the emotions on which the smile rides.

A feeling of rapture, exultation and perfection,

Warming up, to a fervor of unmatched intensity –

The trickle of hurt always puts to rest this illusion.