Remember September

Leaves are green, breeze is cool and serene

Parrots fly from tree to tree

Light drizzle falls rhythmically

Sky is still cloudy and calm

No lightning to alarm like screams

I remember my friend Tazeen

I miss her smile, soft voice and purity

I never thought she will die so soon

Leave me alone to mourn

Masked faces

Started the year with no clue.

The fever called Covid-19 was not new

It was surfing before last year end

Now we got masked faces in the streets

Robbers are getting away and so are thieves.

You can not catch who you can not see

Nor touch , for social distancing is a must 🙂

Who will we turn to, who can we trust?

No one can find a vaccine or medicine

We are left to die and turn to dust!

Left silently with a smile

Lonely heart departs in fear

No last glances, no smiles nor a tear

Shattered life with a blow unseen

lonely heart is waiting in dream

Hearts are broken when held too tight

I will never put on light for dark nights

Did not destroy nor left me alive

How it pierced like a knife

I am in between a kiss and a dip

Will I get your hands

or will I slip

Lonely heart cries with trembling lips

tries to smile but fails instead

My cherished memories

All of us love their mother and I am no exception. There are many memories with my mumma, I used to tickle her on neck and she would laugh. I would kiss her cheeks and look lovingly in her eyes and she would smile. To ask her for favors, I would repeated call her, mumma, mumma…. and she will ask ,what do you have in mind? I would then ask for anything and she will decide on it’s merits.

I was her prized possession, a daughter who could be dressed up pretty, a little one who adored her and wanted to be associated with her. A child who almost never said ,”no”.

Always trying to please. It was a loving relationship, that was based on respect and trust. My mother understood her role in my life, from child steps to education and finally marriage. She handled me with care,as if I was fragile. She made me tough and bold, she made me confident and solid . All that she had in her, she taught me too.

My mother gave me financial, emotional and social support till she died. Now that I don’t have her daily prayers in my life, I feel so sad. I was asked by my mumma, “Please pray for me, my child your prayers are normally accepted,” I am praying for you, mumma just as you asked me to, with tears and genuine feelings.

Please God, keep my mumma happy and give her a very comfortable and lively place in heaven. She was my heaven and you took her, so I have a heart that cries profusely, but still I pray with the hope that in exchange for my grief, God will give my mumma all that is better than the best. Aameen.

My mother is in Blue Saree standing next to me. I received Gold Medal in Architecture and my Eldest brother is standing behind me, he too got a Gold Medal in Architecture.