I am her love;
My eyes fall and rise,
In the mountains of her deep
She is my lap;
And she carried my tears,
She is my universe;
And I’m smitten
By the smile she wears.
She’s my mother
Beyond the thrones!




I am a loner,
Yes, a path so lonely…
I am a purple moon,
And I am a scorching sun as well;
I am hearted and humane;
Yet I am a firestorm
Loaded with dangerous clouds!
I can track myself not
Where I’m spreading…
Yet I treasure myself everywhere;
In miseries, and in ecstasy.
I step back to innocent grooves;
Yet I play insane…
Puffing my madness across!
I am very mere,
And upstream to disclose.
I don’t combine with anyone;
Except the things which occur not,
And collapse unto the unseen!
I am a vehicle,
You cannot fetch your weight in;
And you time to be fearful of
My presence; and be covered
With distaste in my absence…
Hence I exist in solitude;
Though it is a thronged hamlet!



She’s the truest colour
Falling from the face of God;
She endures one of the biggest pains
That we are the fruits of…
She sacrifices her life
For everyone around her;
Above all her kids!
She is the mother, after God;
She is a god anyway…
She is the absolute convention;
Yet never a contradiction.
She is a tree of motherhood,
Laden with the fruits of kindness.
I am her signature,
She is my sky, and sapphire!


What’s Mine

And carved with
The hammer of grace.
You are the shower on my head;
For I can see not any rain;
But I bestow my arms upon you,
The warmth you seek;
Though you have known never…
Belongs to me!