Sunday, November 01, 2009

Missing Ma


You burst with beautiful energy

You laugh and you become a child

I ache for that laugh, its warmth

It reminds me how similar we are


Your fingers worn soft

Telling your motherly tales

You read me, meticulously

Every smile, every movement


To you I am transparent

My lies fall to pieces before you

My tears, hidden within bathroom walls

Some you caused, and some others


From when I was a seed inside you

You could feel my heart beat

Even today, you sense every single

One of my sorrows


I get so angry at you sometimes

And you at me, we fight

But when I lie down to sleep

All I can think of is that I let you down


Tonight, in this cold hostel room

I miss you, your touch, your hug

Your words that curl around me

Like a well-worn sweater


I regret sleeping late into the morning

Instead of being around you

I take you for granted

And now I hate myself for it


I would have said all this to you

Cuddled up next to you

Over and over how much I love you

But we never do that. We argue. We hug.


I am falling to pieces without you here

Tonight I just want your presence

I look at your photograph

It isn’t enough. I miss you.

2 comments:

sowmya said...

wonderful feel...

sowmya said...

wonderful feel...

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry

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