Mommy muses…

Good bye
On the purple couch
She does belong,
And she sings along,
Between numbers divine-
Ruth B's 'Lost boy'
She plays again,
And humming Trampoline,
By amazing Shaed and Zayn,
My princess shifts,
In the next moment,
Taylor Swift's
Melody drifts.


Outdoors, the Virus
Covid 19 corpses pile,
Indoors 24 by 7,
Locked down we cope
To keep alive hope,
Try home remedies so naive,
Praying they do survive,
Days elapsed more than
Three Sixty Five.


I keep glued my eye
To the 15×17" screen,
On the digital
'virtual' platform
I 'Meet' strangers,
And also my own,
Our voices low,
Our spirit sunk,
With cameras off
On Zoom,
Our world's shrunk
Into our living room.

Her O level Exams
In 2021 scheduled,
How short a reign
Childhood ruled!
I feel cheated
By Time, fooled.


Am I ready
For the silence
That will follow soon,
For Papa Johns pizza,
No more sulky tantrum,
No one over-the-moon?

Am I ready
To say goodbye
As she'll pack
My heavy heart
In her backpack?

Are moms able
To recall
How to thrive?
Or do they amidst
A mount of
Muted memories cry?

Will I pretend
To smile and survive,
Counting each day,
Till my kid beloved,
For a short visit
Will arrive next May?
Is that how I'll
Suddenly, rapidly
Go wrinkled and grey?

Till then,
Though listless,
Am I suppose to
Just breathe,
And glance
At lifeless doors
And dull chores replete
Just repeat, repeat, repeat, and repeat?

How do I thrive
After my nestling,
Far away will fly,
Into a distant sky?


At 4, she ruined my lipstick, scribbling
‘Mamma I ❤ you’

From Mom to her Teenagers

Twinkling Teens
Its not just about 
How long you are
Glued onto the screen
That I shout,
But more about
What valuable work
you actually did,
Was it important indeed?

And more about
How you forgot
To take healthy breaks
And remind you
Actions back a dream,
I am most concerned,
Can't you listen
My silent plea
Need I scream?

Its not just about
What rule to abide
You simply refuse,
But that you confuse
The difference between
Yelling and telling,
And how to say nay.

Its not just about
Clock hours you miss
But more about keeping promises
And convey in actions
All your heartfelt apologies.

Its not just about
Questioning your choices
But more about
Keeping low prices
And lower voices.

Its not about
Criticising you
But more about
Perfectly preparing you
In order to realise
Your full potential
To ensure you make
Decisions wise,
And higher and higher
You always rise.
Its tough love I know
As a mom I too grow,
My duties' call
I hope you realise,
You are my beloved
My joy in your
Empowerment lies,
How do I pat my back otherwise?
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤