An Ode to Maa

To tribute my Mother who I fondly call #Maa even using all alphabets in all probable attributable words would not be enough and certainly not enough is a day. So I do it in my small way. We always get interested in celebrating things on a larger scale and in grand style. But what we forget is life is celebrated the most in mundane and smaller things that we do and appreciate in the simplest way.

It Was Love When # 3

It Was Love When

nothing was going right,

the world was against me

with all its might,

you held my hand tight,

whispered in my ears slight,

don’t worry son I’m with u,

everything will be alright

#‎motherlylove ‪#‎heavens

~karan

MY NAMESAKE FOR GOD

Fifteenth day of this year’s National Poetry Writing Month. Today’s optional prompt for today is to write a poem that is a little something I’m calling “Twenty Questions.” The idea is to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question. That’s it! It can be as long or short as you like. The questions can be deep and philosophical (‘what is the meaning of life?’) or routine and practical (‘are you going to eat that?’). Or both!

Mother

As a part of the Write Tribe Festival of Words which kickstarts on September 1 and will go on till September 7, I am writing about the 7 relations in my life, without even one of them my life would lose its meaning. These seven people are very dear to me and I hold them very close.

Mother -

The person of paramount importance for me in this universe. She is the one who is my creator and not the almighty. She is the one who is made me what I am today and what I will ever be. She has risked herself so that I could get the world to see. She is my candle, my light – my begetter, my divine – I call her ‘Maa’.