When you screamed in labor’s strife,
Filling my lungs with tactical life,
Ma, I had no idea what this orb would be;
All I knew was wandering, free,
In the warmth of your womb’s embrace,
Like a caterpillar on wood, finding its place.
Ready to bloom, from a caterpillar to a cocoon,
Unaware of room that's full of boons.  

Your amnion did shield me well,
Like a chrysalis providing me shell.
The moment this air bloomed my lungs,
I was the bug, basking under the sun,
Fighting my battles to be THE son.

Ma,The armour dissolved in air  
as the age, I cannot ensnare,
And I had the burden of life,
All together, bleeding on knife,
Yet I am the caterpillar in the sky,
With my juvenile wings I sigh,
Oh! I had to be the butterfly ,
Once these walls of your scarf subsides.  

And after dysphoric yet euphoric wine,
I had my last breath stealing my time,
When on a soft bed I quietly lie,
I honour the end, and smile as I die.

And how can I not miss thy presence, In such a delightful present,
When you are the ignition of candles, The warmth of festive events.

In sleek corner of the house,
Lies emptiness of your spouse,
Wishing we were at one place,
Instead of us sitting at miles haze.

On thread of indelible flowers,
Petals seem to have grown too far, Your absence make minutes feel like hours,
Makes me question the shooting star.

In melody of eve, your fragrance I
desire,
Smokes, the ashes residing in my lungs,
Without you, melancholy I respire. This is the heaviness and chunk,
your absence sings in a choir.

To,

The one who has not explored the world, for the world inside is obscured.

step out of the door, leave it ajar,
let the wind blow in, don't be afraid of the scars. In the cathedral of yours, you are surrounded by loads,
burden of unseen thoughts,
a rope strangling your throat,
the monster who prowls,
explore the tactics to keep them under control.

In the yards of breeze, let yourself lose the keys,
Portals will bloom,
when you wander in lost fumes,
Breathe-in its zeal,
Let the smoke of woods accentuate the universe of self-exploring theme.

Listen to the winds, who ruminate & sing:-

"You, the tranquil blaze of the morning sun,
a dose of lively boisterous wine,
go,
explore the world,
create it with your own insights".