Poetry

Vultures don’t soar high

* The vultures hover above their tiny heads. The wind here has never stood still, the putrid smell of decay fills the air. Their dirty hands, the sewer nearby and the food crumbs tell an endless tale of survival. There is no healing except from the spit of the...

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Diwali

The smile won't leave my face. The happiness in my heart won't go away. This day brings back all the days when I was a little girl, colors on my tiny hands, flowers in my pony tails. Running around the neighborhood with a child like perception that every day was going...

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In loving memories..

You were my first joy, remember.. ?? The day you gave me my first grandchild was the happiest day of my life! Someone said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.. Someone never held a dying child in their arms.. Bringing you home with the hope that...

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On a Rainy Day..

On a Rainy Day..

Miles may separate us, but you are always there in my heart. Words might not be spoken, but I can never love you enough. Rain outside my window reminds me of you and the tears in my eyes that wont pour out. I brave and get past this. Every tomorrow brings a little...

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A mother’s night out

Dreams of laughter and gossip in the days before.. One less shift of diaper duty on this day.. Promises to yourself that you are not selfish.. Rolling down the window to feel the freedom in the 'h'air .. A nervous text to check on their welfare.. Celebrate woman, the...

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In love with life

I am in love with him, because I am eager to see the joy a new day in our lives will bring!! I am in love with him, because he is the one who brings a smile on my lips when I think of him.. I am in love with him, because I am thrilled every time I see his name when my...

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In a still moment…

Today, I thought I will stop.. Take a break and really pen down how I feel.. Take a break from everything, sleeping, eating, cooking, feeding, cleaning .. everything.. Because I know the value of taking a break and just for a second, stopping to catch a breath… And...

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A connection to the heart

A connection to the heart

  It was love at first sight in the hospital. His little brother was in my arms waiting for his first reaction. It was plain and clear, that of love. And now at home, He hovers around his bassinet wary of all the visitors who pay a visit to see what he calls "my...

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