Every Day is Mother's Day!

As I got up in the morning and checked the hundreds of posts on Mothers Day...I did not feel less loved because my daughter did not post anything for me and also did not feel that I love my mom less because I did not post anything special for her, this Mother's Day.
The reason is stated in the poem below...dedicating this poem to all those who carry love for their moms in their heart and are proud of being a mom, every single day, Mother's Day or any other day...

I miss you every single moment, I miss you every single day,
I miss you on in all my highs and lows, in  every possible way!

I love you, not just when I am happy and I am smiling at you,
I love you, even when I am very angry and I am yelling at you!

I miss you when I cook meals and have to take up responsibility,
I miss you as I know that in that area I cannot match your ability!

I love you not only for the sermons, you gave me day and night,
I love you for the scoldings which I hated but made me so right!

I miss you when I feel low, since somebody has reprimanded me,
For I know I forgot some lessons you had taken pains to teach me.

I miss you when someone praises me and I feel good about myself,
For I remember you preached values, by practicing them yourself!

I remember you when I fall, for you taught me to always rise again,
And also when I rise, for you taught me to work hard in order to gain!

I miss you not only on Mothers Day but  round the clock and the year,
I miss you, because you taught me to live with dignity and without fear!

Rekindle the lamp of love and kindness in your heart and let it spread its glow all around,
And watch how you get rewarded with happiness, for a kind deed always takes a rebound!

Pray fervently for a disheartened mind to let it release stress and heave a huge sigh of relief,
And watch all your prayers being answered, thereby reviving and reinstating your own belief!

Laugh a while and hear its tinkle in your body, smile often and see its twinkle in your eyes,
And just  watch how your smile heals others, escalating your own joys far beyond the skies!

Provide support and succor to a saddened soul, lifting his sagging spirits to an all new high,
And just watch out for the elevated state of your spiritual self, making it rise, soar and fly!

Whatever goes around, comes around, hence you need to guard every thought, word and act,
And watch out that your thoughts be pure and pristine, to have on others a profound  impact!

Let us,' love others as much as our we do ourselves'and let us, 'First deserve and then desire'
And watch out that we invariably will end up 'achieving and receiving more than we aspire!'

Each moment comes and goes away so fast, we need to make the most of each and every one,
So let us watch how we can try and make each moment worthwhile and a truly precious one!

Random acts of kindness go a very long way in resurrecting the human spirit and uplifting it,
So let us watch out how, by being a messenger of love and peace, we too immensely benefit!

Musings of a female foetus

My heartbeat just woke me up from my divine slumber,
And I gingerly grope around in my dark watery chamber.
What is this new world going to be like, I simply wonder?
Will it allow the survival of my frame, so frail and tender?

I want to grow up soon and leave this mysterious tomb,
At the same time I do feel secure in my mother's womb.
Will I love the outside world and be able to delight in it?
Will I be welcomed by my family and soon be a part of it?

I have no clue of what is plaguing the mind of my mother,
I have no clue of the dilemma looming large over my father.
Why am I shrouded with this eerie feeling of lurking danger?
And why is  this feeling,every minute,growing more stranger?

Oh,it seems my  grand mother is holding in her hands my verdict,
And for no fault of mine.she has declared me as a mere culprit.
Why cannot she understand that with my mind so tiny and tender,
How can I ever comprehend or get caught in the biases of gender?

Please give me a chance to grow up and live my life like my brother,
I too am very special and like my beautiful soul, there can be no other!
Why do you not,of all the people,understand my dear grandmother?
Why are you being so insanely irrational towards me and my mother?

Please do not hate or reject me outright, for I too  have the right to live,
You have absolutely no clue, how much joy, on being born I would give.
Why do you not have some mercy and understand my deep anguish?
Or how I feel, when on the basis of gender you begin to distinguish?

Like all other living beings, I have the right to be born and blessed,
I am waiting to be born, loved and to get all dolled up and dressed.
How could I have, before being conceived, my plight possibly guessed?
Why should I be, on the basis of baseless bias and gender be assessed?

Let not my pleas leave your hearts untouched or fall on mere deaf ears,
You have no right to cut short my life or just slash away my future years.
Why cannot the world understand that with my mind so delicate and tender,
How can I ever comprehend why I do get caught in the biases of gender?

Rewind the clock?

To rewind the clock and relive the childhood of my kids,if it were possible in anyway
I would revel all over again in their innocent and irresistible charm every single day.

With kids around,there was forever sunshine and seeing them grow was a pleasure,
The precious moments spent with them, the  memories of which, I now truly treasure.

If it was possible to go back into the past, there are some things I would love to redo,
And some of the painful and undesirable moments, I would definitely like to undo.

I would love them even more than I did those days and see them in an all new light,
I would try to understand their anxieties, doubts and fears and hug them ever so tight.

I would do anything to raise them all over again with renewed prowess and patience,
And change things I did not do right,which weigh down heavily upon my conscience.

Yet  the reality is,that as we handled pain and pleasure, we together grew and evolved,
And grew up to bond like never before, as life's problems we faced squarely and solved.

Hence, it does not really matter if everything  was not prim,proper or picture perfect,
It was needed at that time to learn from follies and earn each other's love and respect.

So I do not wish to relive the past,rather remember the lessons, to each other we taught,
And ever be  grateful that together we braved rough weather and all our woes we fought.

I am proud that you turned out to be a better version of me and have your values intact,
You are capable of loving and on all others around, have a strong and profound impact.

I would rather shower the love,due to whatever reason I could not give you in abundance,
On my grandchildren and as a compensation, help you bring them up  with proper guidance.

 

A Duel between the Real and the Fake

A duel between the real and the fake has now become the order of the day,

How some people are actually within and what to the world they portray!


It is so very amazing how some people cleverly wear a mask all the time,

And its almost like being honest and being yourself has become a crime!


For their selfish and ulterior motives, how some people play with emotions,

Making others a scapegoat and 'a means to an end'to fulfill their own ambitions.


 Funnily they talk really  big and paint a larger than life image of themselves,

Portraying themselves as messiahs, fooling all others and even their own selves.


What, they do not however realize is that other people are not mute and blind,

They can very well see through their facade but either don't care or do not mind.


Its justified to be ambitious and do anything to acquire a big name and fame,

But certainly not fooling people and using them like pawns in their life's  game.


Born with a 'high and mighty' attitude and a mind with a tyrannical,whimsical bent,

They underestimate others and insinuate others of having a low emotional quotient.


Beware of people who are fake yet,the opposite about themselves, they believe and tell,

They only deserve our sympathy as they are often going through their own private hell.

Ironically, such people who use shortcuts for realizing their goals also do succeed and gain,

But only after paying a price of deceiving their own selves and many others in the bargain!

A plea to Humanity

We love to pray and make offerings to the lord,'

And with the Almighty establish a special cord.

No matter how sincerely we pray and how often,

The best way is by offering service to fellowmen.

This is my sincere plea to the entire humanity,

Do rise and wake up to accept the stark reality,

That we are not born to divide or discriminate,

Or spread the messages of terrorism and hate.

We are born to dissolve our differences and unite,

Spreading messages of love and peace,far and wide.

We are not born with a spirit that  hurts or harms,

Or engage in racial wars and always be up in arms.

Let us remind ourselves of heart warming incidents,

Of people helping in times of calamities and accidents,

Coming forward,rising above religion, caste or creed,

Eager to be a part of a noble cause and a good deed.

Let us remember that the  human spirit is truly kind,

It is only a few evil ones who, poison the young mind,

Making them follow a wrong  path and commit crimes,

Engaging in conflicts,killing innocent people at times.

The need of the hour is to ignite the true human spirit,

And with compassion and concern,completely infuse it.

Therefore a  plea to humanity, to wake up to the reality,

And work towards restoring human dignity and

equality.  

 

FIGHT AWAY THE BLUES!

Awake, arise, aspire and endeavor to fight away all your  blues,
The mental or physical fights and duels, or else the virals and fluz.
No matter how bad the situation, no matter how tough the cruise,
Drive away negativism and put your positive attitude to full use.

It is true that when we are low and nothing seems to be right,
It is not easy to fight back against all odds, with all your might.
Even the bravest may hit an all time low and shudder in fright,
Wallowing in self pity and finding  themselves in a sorry plight.

It is in times like these, you need to shake yourself and look around,
For God's ethereal creations, scent every fragrance, catch every sound.
There's no soul yet born, who on being one with nature has not found,
Solace and succor, with which he is capable of turning his grief around.

Value each and every breath you take, revel and rejoice in it's reality,
Count your bountiful blessings, for they do exist in abundant quantity.
Amidst the day to day chaos, there also coexists stability and serenity,
Beseech and behold the benevolence all around and bask in it's beauty.

It is not the colossal tasks that always  help you seek gratification,
Even small tasks completed, do help you draw immense satisfaction.
Get going and finish an unfinished task with will and determination,
Go for a walk, indulge in a talk, offer a helping hand, get set for action.

Believe me, these activities would ensue and ensure order and peace,
Lifting your sagging spirits and blowing away  your blues like breeze.
And when your mind is in order you experience an automatic release,
Of the 'feel good hormones' that would soothe you and put you at ease,

So next time you feel really low and suffer from 'an all blue bout',
Remember this difficult phase has actually an easy, breezy way out.
As simple as fooling or laughing around or taking a selfie with a pout,
Asking you not to stop following your dreams and just be up and about!

copyright@Shubha Sagar