The Healing Touch


The Healing Touch-UMeU

A slice of last night’s leftover
Dipped in the dull morning tea
Being sipped in a cup scarred by the tempest
That hit me the hardest

It all rooted from the unresolved affairs of the sunken heart
That were seldom given a grave thought
The untouched, untreated overwhelming grief
That’s been last seen by the mummies of Egypt

It had been burgeoning in the dormant core of my being
And finally, had its way, on a day I had least anticipated
It erupted akin to lava and flooded my soul
Looks like my gullible life had been sucked in by a huge black hole

I stand powerless amidst the chaos that life had been
With neither sunshine nor a patch of green
How I yearn for your healing hand, oh Lord!
Can it only be, You and Me again?

“This post is a part of ‘UMeU’ Poetry Blog Hop #UMeUBlogHop organized by Manas Mukul . The hop is brought to you by Soul Craft and You, Me & The Universe.”

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Not All Superheroes Fly, Some Stay Grounded Too! #Superheroes #Mymomisasuperhero #Mom’sunconditionallove #Selflesslove #Momturns60 #Mom’sbirthday

Her day started before the crack of dawn, while we were still cozily tucked up in bed, strolling in our dreamland.The Sun might have had the luxury of lazing around at days, when taken over by clouds, but not she. No alarm was ever required to wake her up as she had fine-tuned her biological clock with our needs, ensuring we never fell prey to her moments of comfort.
The minute we entered her world, there was no world of hers, left to her. It was family, their needs, their demands, their priorities…as if she never existed. We were the alpha and omega of her existence. How effortlessly she weaved her world around us, still amazes me.
I bet, there were days when she hardly felt like stepping out of bed and fight the day’s battle. There were those days too, that made her feeble, leaving her broken, yet she pulled herself together to save our world from chaos.
Cleaning, washing, cooking, feeding, educating, stitching, embroidering, knitting…Whoa! The list went endless. No wonder, she was programmed to be a multi-tasker minus a frown or disgruntle. What mettle she is made of, is yet anonymous. Her dedication to family, compelled her to ditch her dreams. She was so engrossed in fulfilling our dreams that she seldom knew when and where,  hers perished.
I can’t recollect if she was ever allowed to fall sick, since that would lead our schedule go haywire. So, irrespective of her health and state of mind, she toiled for years together, never expecting anything in return.
Our Birthdays were made special as she ensured she didn’t miss out cooking our favourite dishes. And hers? They just sank into oblivion. We hardly knew that moms had one, until we grew up. What about those that went unsung and uncelebrated?
Now, being a mom myself, when I ponder about the sacrifices she made, putting her dreams and desires at bay, I wonder, whether there’s anything in the Cosmos that can help me pay back her enormous debt. And it echoes, “No, not even the interest, forget about the principal!”
The English dictionary is yet to discover a word that equivalents her sacrifice, since I believe ‘sacrifice’ is an immensely underrated word for what she sacrificed.

There’s nothing I can do to match her unconditional love, not even a life would suffice to express gratitude. All I can say is,
“What I owe her, is an ocean
What I can offer is a drop in the ocean”

Love you mom!

Gift #AtoZChallenge

Met life this morn
with a frown
On being quizzed why
pat came the reply
“When was I last pampered?”
A query to be pondered
Disgruntled by my ponder
Life sat in a corner
On being queried why
It pointed at a guy
who on the verge to die
fathomed his love for life
Life, as usual, wondered
Why we mortals
turn a blind eye
to the gift, called Life
till it bids goodbye…





Fragments #AtoZChallenge

Heart, Dirty, Dirt, Structure, Ground









Just last night gathered

the fragments of heart,

that fell apart

wrecked by a storm


How profoundly I pampered

them to slumber

after sleep declined my invite

owing to a blunder


Somewhere close to dawn

a tornado of emotions

fared to slip in, and

smashed them to smithereens


Now it seems impossible

for even possible

to hold my fragments together

unless a dream, they’ll bond never


Oh, my tiny fragments!

How I wished, I put you to rest

for at least a night

before the outburst

Eyes #AtoZChallenge

Dreamy, Eyes, Look, Baby, Background

Ever had a rendezvous

with eyes?

Eyes, that speak volumes

Eyes, that fabricate tales


Ecstatic eyes, when a mum

cuddles her new-born

and feels heavenly

to have her Numero Uno


Demure eyes, when a beloved,

in her maiden expression of love

plants a peck

on her lover’s cheek


Astonished eyes, when a dad

realizes his darling daughter

has outgrown her age

and made him proud


Dreamy eyes, when a spouse

journeys myriad miles

to bond with her soulmate

who has vanished for ages


Gloomy eyes, when parents

lose their only son to fate

and wonder why they are still alive

to witness that heart-wrenching


Fatigued eyes, when a greybeard

awaits his call for final destination

but is blessed enough to

live till eternity
































Dreams #AtoZChallenge

Eye, Brow, Cheek, Brown, Day Dream








Once the shutters

of the soul are down

you are on a voyage

to a land unknown


It takes you through

the glimpses of past,

future and present

without your assent


They are dear

as they land you near

the memoirs of past

that seldom outlast


They let you chase

the frontiers of future

with stars in eyes

you wish to venture


They open doorways

to a plethora of okays

you would love to cajole

the span they control


As long as you dwell

in the cast they spell

You live that moment

to its marvel


Catastrophe #AtoZChallenge









We salute your might

you turn prosperity into pieces

In a jiffy, you capsize the scene

from riches to rags


‘No mercy’ being your tag line

On young and old, you dine

Thanks to your unbiased rules

The affluent and the deprived

stand on uniform grounds


You rule like a dictator

and play gleefully with our lives

Our fate at your disposition

we are spectators of our ruins


No matter how hard we whine

You leave no stone unturned

to ensure you’ve wont

the battle that has rivalry none


The perfectionist that you are

never fail to accomplish

the task you were entrusted

to put a pause to the saga called life