My mum remains the best...

"Mum and Daughter 2" © Ava Lowery, 2009. Used under a  Creative Commons 2.0 License

My mum remains my best gift...

In unspoken words, angry sighs

 and situations quoted by: "why do you behave like this"

My mum remains the best, simply because

When the world crashed apart and the skies

Threatened to fall upon my head,

She was the only one who was strong enough

To make me eat a morsel of bread

To wipe my feverish head

And to dress me up like a princess

For the world to see,When the world only saw her like an ordinary lady...

She lost her bindiyaa...

She lost her bindiyaa

Midway in between scented kohl and dew tears;

Trying to wipe off the sadness from her face,

The last gifts of a Heartless Lover...

And then it flied off, her red Dupatta;

Carrying her away, along with her anxiety and fears

Up till a new, foreign place;

Life had to start again without her Lover...

Black curls were hidden

Bangles were removed and sandals replaced by shoes;

Lazy walks became laborious work,

And dreamy eyes became tearful secrets...

Somewhere at night, the dreams that are forbidden

Swirl back, whispered by her care-free Muse...

The intrepid memories lurk

In between Times that were once thought to be perfect...

But then Reality blows in quickly,

Long stretches without rest

Without his smile, without his warmth,

Condemned to face utter Loneliness...

He flew off so swiftly

Taking off her bindiyaa, her smile and the rest;

Leaving behind empty arms

Un-bothered about her sadness...

Heartless Lover...

Heartless lover, you mock me

With your muffled scorn and aquiline features,

Like an abrupt ending cliff over a quiet shore...

Heartless lover, your scrutiny over me

Is trying to intrude in my heart’s apertures

But catches only a glimpse of my dim eyes, nothing more...

Heartless lover, your laughter resonates all night long

In empty arms and dry cracked lips,

In unheard cries and long haunting nightmare,

In trembling spasms haunting my body

And a lone tear- a silk veil over my eyes....

Heartless lover, gone away since long

You are Life in a cold coffee sip,

Life in lonely times, depraved of familiarity and care

Holding on, without ever belonging to anybody...

Heartless lover, I do not long for your arms

But I long to find my freedom again;

Floating as seaweeds over lagoons gone calm;

Flying like free birds across window panes..

A heart grown silent

A heart grown silent

Like a looming, cloudy winter sky

Un-trespassed by curious birds,  left to stand alone...

Eyes; once vibrant

Staring like a empty lake after a bird’s fly

Blue and lifeless, even on a new dawn…

A solitary bird perched high

Staring at the changing sky

Wondering if a pair of swans will cross the lake again

And if ever lone hearts heal from pain…

The last love poem...

Sometimes Love just stays there

In the same street you walk on everyday

Even if not in the company of the special one...

Sometimes Love stays suspended in thin air

When morning wakes up in the same way;

Vivid blue skies like a lake and peaceful clouds like a drifting swan...

Sometimes Love remains in the lyrics of a familliar song

Catching the strings of your heart each and everytime

Just like a faint smile or a faint smell, bringing it all back again...

Sometimes love is long ago gone

And we live only by past memories, by good old times

And we learn that Love is also about accepting the pain...

Sometimes Love is not only about dating and flirting

But a journey of inner discovering

Where the heart learns to give without ever thinking...

Sometimes Love is like a sweet bird chirping

Bringing a little tint of magic in everything;

Keeping the heart safe in sweet feelings....

At times Love goes away

Whispering good bye without any word

Leaving the heart cold and sore...

Love is neither about being proud or showing who gets the 


last word

Because when Love goes away

The proud man becomes humble to the world

And inspite of being rich, has nothing much left anymore...

Love is neither about riches, scorning or human logic

It is only about feelings, you may call it magic

magic that makes two people sacrifice everything

And create joy out of nothing...

Love is to be cherished and respected, to be grateful for 
having it

For life hold essence without it....