Sharing what I had written for my mother many years ago 🙂 O Mother I want to go back to your womb, The warm and sheltered place…. I want to go back to your womb For then people
Lost as my house keys Lost as my glasses Lost as my umbrella Lost as my reader Lost as my phone … Lost as a way Lost as mind Lost as time Lost as love Lost as me Aaah Maybe
Like meeting the familiar warm smell of a home left behind in time Like the expectant turtle that swims far, far, all the way to the shore she was born on, to lay her eggs Like the calming wrinkled hands
Not a pendulum, a clock… Emotions moving from one to another, In kind, in intensity Hours blending into days Feeling, unfeeling I live one moment, one day at a time Something that I had been trying to do But why
“I know they’re right and you, my friend, are right too, there’s magic, I just needed to believe and look for it. I’ll see you soon!” Once there was a little girl who loved a Gulmohar tree She marvelled at
Finding Place for you, my pain on Women’s Web Grateful for the platform to be able to voice my feelings, my relationship with pain. Very emotional about this cause. It was among the featured article that time, I remember.
Grateful I could share a story/a letter that came to me – a letter a child wrote to her mother who is a nurse working in the pandemic A Letter For Amma Was a beautiful experience to team up with
… a poem that came up as I imagined what element I feel like from during a learning exploration in Expressive Arts I’ve fallen and yet I flow, I provide and also grow, I stumbled, egged on my time fleeting,