An off day

My heart is extra sensitive today

To the slightest stimuli that shake it to its core

Hearing you say baba in your sleep

Knowing thats just something you’ll have to grow up without

Seeing them crave my stability

Knowing thats just something they’ll have to leave it to time

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Letters to my daughter #2

~ Confessions of a working mother

If you knew how many times I kissed you in your sleep,

For missing out on your play time.

If you knew how many times I rubbed my cheeks against yours,

To make up for the calls of mama.

If you knew nothing and nobody stands before you,

In the eyes of your mama!

Would you then know that of all the things mama has to do,

Leaving you is the hardest one to do?

Letters to my daughter#1 – Love

I have never known love like the comfort of holding you

I have never known pleasure like the joy of kissing you

I have never known strength like the will to fight for you

I have never known fear like the thought of losing you

You redefine me and everything I have ever believed

I will never know a life again without your life blooming in it

Grief

I’m sad. No matter how hard I try to believe otherwise, my body has given its verdict and I will not fight it anymore.

The only way to get through grief is to live through it, right? There’s no easier way to do it. There’s no shorter route to the end of the tunnel.

It is slow and painful. But it is what it is. I will live through it.

Ode to my husband

This is the end, my dear

Of you and me together as we

I don’t know if you even felt that about me

I am protesting now, see. Would you have that from me?

I wish you were a better man

I wish you were a better husband

I wish you were a better father

I wish you were all those things

Before it was too late

But even if you couldn’t be all of those

Could you not be a good human being atleast?

They say love can move mountains

Was my love not enough?

Were we ever in love?

Did we even have a marriage?

Maybe it was all an ugly display

That has turned into ruin now

Do I laugh or cry?

At this deliverance and solitude.