झरोखा - A window to my soul

Mother...

Happy Mother's day:)


Mother...
You birthed my body,
and breathed life into my soul.
You lost yourself overtime,
so I can become whole.

Mother...
You taught me the meaning of love,
but you were my first heartbreak
Now I question everyone,
is their love fake?

Mother...
My heart fragile and craving...
your love all knives and stones,
Every echoing minute of your silence,
left it in nothing but mere blood and bones.

Mother...
Torment of time in your eyes,
Gallows of pain in your heart...
Acid of spoken words in your mouth,
and scars of inflicted wounds on your hands...
speak volumes of the sorrow I withstand.

Mother...
Ensnared in the web of their own agony
hurt people hurt people they say,
But what of us bruised hearts,
for mothers are supposed to protect come what may.

Mother...
I have so much to say,
so much to question...
so much to scream and
so much to listen...
Alas, words seem to leave me
as the confrontation comes,
Nevertheless I'm my father's daughter
who she infinitely loves.

Mother...
Can't live with nor live without...
your love a compulsory suffering,
It keeps me near you, yet so far...
hot and cold, sweating and shivering.

Mother...
I wish you loved me,
not like you do...
but in the way,
I needed you to...
With stars in your eyes,
and rainbows in my skies...
not thorns in your hands,
and blood in my lands...