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Tiana Mar 10
Ma
It amazes me
That how good she is with her patience,
The patience with which she works
To make our lives smooth,
Care for us despite our attitudes,
Keeps herself sane amongst difficulties
and never ending evil moves;
A glimpse of her life
Tiana Feb 14
Ma
It wonders me
That how she understands me so well,
But sometimes it also bothers me
that her reasons are always right,
The reasons I don't want to easily accept;

It amazes me
How good she is with her patience,
The patience with which she works
To make our lives smooth,
Care for us despite our attitudes,
Keeps herself sane amongst difficulties
and never ending evil moves;

Once she was also someone
Who didn't know what 'difficulties' mean,
But today life made her that someone
who'd do anything just to keep
her family's life 'easy-going' ;

Sometimes it makes me angry
That how she is trapped in her
web of love for us,
How she sacrificed worldly greater choices
for the sake of our happiness
is simply unjust;

But she has my admiration
For how
She embraces her husband's family
as her own;
How sacrifices and compromises
became her structural bones;

She has done so much
Endured so much
Loved so much
That we can't repay her in a lifetime,
All we can do is at least be grateful
to that woman who saves our lifelines;

If I were to write about her life
and the amount of things she sacrificed,
I'm afraid words will fall short
To describe the amount of hardship
she endured ;

I've seen all the seasons gracing her life,
I've seen her through thick and thin,
I've seen her selflessly caring;

Though her inside burned alive
I've seen her putting on her best smile
Just to make our happiness worthwhile;

I've seen her loving nature and humanity,
I've seen her respecting opinions
without holding any grudge,
I've seen her boldly siding honesty
Ignoring criticizing whispers and
the comforts she deserved;

And I'm grateful to the Almighty
For sending me to her,
I hope I'll be able to give her every
happiness she deserves
Because she is my mother
The biggest blessing of all
I've got;
A few words for my mother
kiran goswami May 2019
My mother has been reminding me of things,
since I was 4,
and the school started giving homework.

She reminded me of
the notebooks I needed to take,
the drawing  I needed to make.
the exams and competitions coming,
the girl, I thought I was becoming.
The answers I needed to remember,
there are 31 August 30 September.
the handkerchief I must never forget to bring home back,
the books that needed to be kept when my bag when I used to pack.
The words 'harsh' and 'cruel' that I should never speak,
Gods and mythology all Indian and Greek.
The way I should sit and walk and behave,
the Queen's like Lakshmibai to tell me even I am brave.
The lights that needed to be turned off and to shut the doors,
to be careful while painting and not let the colours spill on the floor.

My mother still reminds me of things,
now I am 17 and school still gives homework.

she reminds me of
The lakes that a deeper than a sea,
the Queen's like Lakshmibai and Sita because that's how I want to be.
The kingdom that flourished, the kingdoms that vanished,
the dream she lost and her words that were banished.
Herself, who is  like the bank that is washed by the soft Ganga waves,
Her sandy words that grow roses and sunflowers and then dig their own Graves,
The stars that are lonely and yet together,
the places where people go to find themselves in pleasant weather.
The handkerchief that I must never forget and bring home back
the books that I need to keep in my bag when I pack.
The lights that need to be turned off and to shut the doors,
to be careful while painting and not let the colour spill on the floor.
The prayer and the love that she carries in her eyes,
the hope and the faith that she tells me, 'never die'.

My mother still reminds me of things.
Rizna M Rameez Oct 2018
I can never describe what you are to me
I have to say goodbye to so many people, Mom
So many
And I've missed them.

But you are the only one I never consciously missed
I missed you, physically

I can't begin to explain what physically miss means
You don't really think about it
But it feels like part of you is gone
And your body is aching for what's missing

You were the only one I've physically missed, Mom.
The one who stuck with me the longest.
02.10.2018
You were in my dreams, Ma
And that just made me miss you more.
My mom has been with me all my life. There was thing 4-month period last year we were separated for. (There were times before, but not this long).
Maybe I’ve not physically missed people because they weren’t always there with me.
Well, I do miss my Dad, deeply, but I guess I’ve grown accustomed to adjusting to life without him at home it doesn’t cut too fresh. Sometimes you only realize how much you’ve missed someone once you see them again (like with my Dad).
If ya didn't catch Poe (M.A.)
try Poe (M.B.) because
this is not po' Poe's poetry.  It's just ANu poet trying not to be Poe but me.
Cipher games continued from Poe(try) to be me(op cit) Good luck
Justus Aug 2018
Trying to keep up with a woman’s mood is to catch lightning with your bare hands
Even if a man were to make that godly catch, his hands would have melted away before he could celebrate with the migraine
You will never see me outside in the stormy night
Sharon Talbot Jul 2018
We three met
Beneath the Eye In the Sky,
Above the green-blue lake.

You two were sent for a lesson;
I met you to escape.

Stories from long ago
And old films that you two know
Are shining new to me.

One of you loves me
And to the other
I made love.

But in teaching me your lessons,
(Balzac is our favourite!)
You have taught me not to love.

Let us lie here under the sky
Unwatched by others’ eyes,
Away from what you know.

One day you will accept this place,
But then, I will need to go.

Years from now, if you return,
You will still not find me.

Look for my name
On a candle-lit, paper boat,
In the twilight of
Zhongyuanjie
On the blue-green lake.
On the last day of Zhongyuanjie (Hungry Ghost Day), Many families float river lanterns on little boats in the evening. People make colorful lanterns out of wood and paper, and families write their ancestors’ name on the lanterns. The ghosts are believed to follow the floating river lanterns away. Mai’s name may be one one of the lanterns. Luo swims out into the lake to find her.
Absent Motility Against Staid Inertia

impossible to describe listlessness
     bedeviling this body electric aye attest
motivation to counter glumness
     seizes motility temporarily

     to stave off staid purposeless at best,
yet aware poetic obfuscation chest
barely delineates fierce hopelessness
     assailing me,

     when'r awake and/or at everest
feeding melancholy feedback loop
     sparring against faintest
momentum - writhing psyche,

     asper an unwelcome guest
emotional friction
     bringing motionlessness,
     where lunging futility

     summoning ability
     to muster joie de vivre
     defeated willpower
     no matter mental health

     propped up
     with pharmacological medications
     prescribed by Doctor George Adams be hest,
yet tis NOT suicide, but general malaise
     as if poison (or stung by a scorpion) jest

permeates thy being
     sparking existential angst
     hoop fully communicating figurative soffits
     facilitating emotional bulwark lest

ye **** sitter
     this lix spittled chap messed
up in the head, but also that empty nest
syndrome - aa bird den, and nefarious pest

disallowing merrily rowing my boat
     subjected to turbulence that doth wrinkle
     space/time continuum quest
punctuating any attempt

     to take fig yurt heave Newtonian rest
without being assailed
     of drab quotidian predictability
     re: envious papa

     towards daughters adventurous lives
     he rejoices (albeit vicariously)
respective lives where offspring lasso lassitude,
     viz both their electric kool aid acid test
how fate didst in vest
waning wily woebegone zest!
Khushi Batra May 2018
Heart made of gold,
And eyes filled with love,
Her smile wakes up the dead and the old.
Her hand holds an overprotective glove
which makes the monsters disappear.
She sings me lullabies day and night,
And protects me from all the frights.
Now that I’m grown up,
She still sees me as a little princess
But, I see her blessings as the home to my success.
A river of unforgiveness resides in her heart,
For, I don’t, want her apart.
She is a beauty.
She is a queen
With ice in her brain
And fire in her heart,
bringing beauty to this cruel world.
Her arms, when curled
Brings peace to my soul.
For, I thank the lord, everyday,
For giving me the best mother in this globe.
I love you, ma!
-Khushi :’)
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