Mother’s Day-That Accounts Love
[I still fondly could recall last year’s Mother’s day. It dances before my eyes as a fresh pie. Taken aback in the coincidence, I hardly did respond her the day, to the lady who to my surprise stood before me in her quest, probably her momentary quest as a clerk to learn which gift in her damn large store were my eyes rummaging into. Her jovial question “which gift would you like to have for your mother’s day special?” still remains in me unresolved, unanswered and smitten though a year later, and shalt for sure be remaining fresh as aging. The day, later in my bed, I doubted if I was quite too late in offering a material gift, so did I offer my few lines in her memory!- Poet]
What celestial art, art thou the creation of?
Love thy is my cardiac cadence, lilt of life.
All mystical and all sublime
Transcendent and awe-inspiring
My blissful journey started from thy womb
Blooming in thy tunes of lullabies and follies
In unfathomable ocean of patience and care.
-An unimpending splendor-
Immaculate, immanent and undiluted divine
Thou had me imbued with numinous caress.
In thy saccharine smile of power
My hope imamates as a joyous spring bud
Defying the supremacy of the dazzling sun.
Which earthy might of profanity defies thy sacrosanct grace of dedication?
-Thy sweet sober words-
Flows the elixir of wisdom
Unspotted and unspoilt as cascade
The assembly of thy glory brings in me
The drizzle of comfort and relief.
I walk and talk in your guidance
Filled with love and perseverance
Thy lap, an ample lap of sagacity and knowledge
Truth, peace and fragrance.
-Of mystic radiance-
Source of bliss and eternal serene thou art
Your subtle-soft and joyful grace illumes my wayward
Like a jocund free bird’s of joy is my heart.
God thou art, down to earth an Angel friend. Mimic I
Thy supreme words of peace and wisdom
Prudence, fortitude, love and compassion.
In your glistening eyes- the mirrors
I could see the whole world-fair
In fail less depth of immortal love.
Thy voice that echoes far to the wilderness
Is spiritual and unreachable of any noble earthly founts…
Your smile is enduring beacon
That rekindles my lamp of hope in the darkened
And silenced ebbing pains and throbbing jolts.
My cries and screams of temperamental whims and exquisite pain
Sates with pleasure ere thou fondle my hair with loving ray of dominion.
Touch thy is a glory touch of blooming hope
Inspiring, resuming and enshrining love…
Home thy is an unprecedented heaven of earth.
I have come of age, will for sure, I age more and die
But your sublime love for filial blood will in ages never die.
Love thy is the mother’s love-
The love of dignity and majesty.
Of magnificence and great great greatness.
Who dareth to equate thy debt of conception, thy labour pain?
Dom, This is a creation. You remember your mother, I remember my sister. Yours is more emptiness, mine is more a question. I doubt, if you remember the night – I disclosed the fate of your mother with Menuka by the side. Proud that you have time to remember your mother.
One suggestion – try to make it simple, use common words, let all who would like to read understand it. Your wordings are very difficult to track. Simple, plain and smooth – this is how tears flow the eyelids down. Also encourage Bishnu, Bhuwani to remember the hut and write something. They can.
Many Thanks mama for taking time to read my lines herein.
What I write often is; simply the floodings what comes within. Never to be re-edited. Raw and amateur.
Again, many thanks for those good lines mama. indebted.
Dom.