Your love is so generous

For your love is so generous,

that a simple dish

becomes delicacy in your hands.

And if I try and try,

the same recipe, the same method,

with the same ingredients

over and over again,

that special flavor goes missing.

The dish is complete

and yet so incomplete.

And I do not know

when you add that dollop of

special secret stuff

because I try and watch you all the time

but somehow I miss it every-time.

And it is not just food.

Its everything.

The way you iron my clothes,

the way you braid my hair,

the way you serve me milk,

the way you encourage me

to inch further … rise high and fly …

all things big and small,

you do it with that

“mother’s extra special touch”.

And for that no words of thank you suffice.

Linking with FMF Writing Prompt Link up : Generous

Collector

In the time that
I spend with you,
I collect priceless nuggets,
of love, life and laughter.
Infinite valuable pearls,
that don't come with
price tags,
fill my pockets,
leaving me immensely richer
and incalculably content.
I put in my jar,
pieces of your soul,
pulled from deepest corners
and hoard
fragments of your heart
treasured like
the most precious gems.
I collect my share of harvest,
those ripened sighs of ecstasy
and saturated blissful smiles.
And in the process of collecting
these intimate prized possessions,
polaroids and postcards,
of dreams, desires and yearnings,
somewhere, somehow
I find myself, complete!!

Linking with Five Minute Friday: Collect

Your voice heals

Ma! Papa!
Ablaze with fever,
like I am being cooked all over.
Yeah! I took the medicine
and made myself,
a light nutritious meal
but it doesn't taste half as good
as the palate you serve,
even with those mysterious
sour home remedies,
tonics and potions,
though bitter but far more effective.
More than that, your voice,
that heals me inside out,
an assurance,
that renews my soul and spirit.
And the comfort of
laying my head in your lap
listening to melodious chanting,
prayers to ward off all evils.
And of course,
falling asleep in your arms,
knowing that all will be
miraculously mended,
cured and made whole.
But there are miles that separate us
and for the time being,
I have to make do with your phone call
and knowledge that
I am in your prayers.
Ah! If only I were home
in your lap,
your hands stroking my forehead,
your soothing voice lulling me to sleep.
If only, I were not burning with fever ...

Linking with Five Minute Friday : Heal

Pathway

Caught trespassing
on the path,
where the crossways convurged
in a dead end,
we coincided,
and then
rescued by fiery touch of desire,
took a detour,
carousing on serpentine,
tranquil trail,
with none but you.

Linking with Five Minute Friday: Path

A happy rhyme

Trickling through my quill,
ripe words, scrawl a happy rhyme.
would you love to read?

Linking with Five Minute Friday: Happy