Coincidence

Coincidence

I was about 6 when I drew something in school and got a star.

Proud and happy I ran to show it to mom as I reached home.

The drawing of a flower which was red

Throwing fragrance on the page.

Mom patted my back saying ‘it looks very nice’.

Suggested I must show it to dad when he returns that night.

Grinning with joy I held it close to my heart.

 

Evening brought a friend of mom for tea

She called me to show dear aunty my deed

I ran back to my room and carried out my possession for the day

Aunty said it’s so nice and so clear my dear.

Mom gleamed and said

‘Oh yes she is my shining star indeed’

 

Then something caught her attention

She ran her fingers on the leaf

With two shades of green

Who taught you to draw these lines on the leaves ?

I shrugged my shoulder and said

‘I know where they belong’ 

She pulled me with love and I curled on her lap

These are not lines mumma

But veins are they called!

 

She was attentive to my art

I must pay attention too

Many things I wanted to draw

To keep intact her growing awe.

 

Till date when I doodle mindlessly

A leaf is born somewhere in the scribble

Could it be a coincidence ?

Or her love 

Running through my veins… 

 

                                                    Daily Prompt : Coincidence 

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Fragrance

Fragrance

So vivid yet strong

Each different from the other

It trickles my memory 

A feeling so known

This fragrance brought with it

A whiff of days bygone 

Of stories still fresh

It brings back a memory

Mostly sweet

Seldom pain

Is this some kind of factory

My olfactory sense

So sharp and precise

With many stories

Some fullfilled 

Some divine

 Acts like a time machine

Takes me to that place again

As you pass through my breath

 I reminisce we meet again

Yes , I liked you back then

  Dear Fragrance 

Is it why that you stayed ?

                                             The Daily Post : One word prompt : Fragrance

                                             Preeti Manaktala

 

Edible

What I take in me is Edible

It could be a resonating thought

Or knowledge I want to aquire

Or a memory that bring a smile

 

Praises are always edible

Food that appeals to the eye

Inspires , adds to your true growth

 

Meat isn’t edible

For the body nor the soul

Its nothing but a dead body on a platter

And makes you scatter

 

Hatred isnt edible

It like self murder

Vices were never

 

Add a filter

To each passing thought

To each morsel you take

Keep only the pure

Stop containing the rest.

The Daily Post : Edible

 

A Callow Mother..

A child gives birth to a mother 

And a mother was born 

She was amateur and callow 

Her life seemed a bit hollow

Vulnerable to the dreaded postpartum 

Luck turned her into a spartan 

Fear of being clumsy and confused 

She perpetually felt abused

She didn’t know what to do 

With this bundle she just delivered

Who seems so selfish crying and howling 

Even as she quietly quivered 

Found no love for this being and no bond

She only waited  for a magic wand 

So she took each day as it came

Alone battling this game

And with no help around 

Dopamine was nowhere to be found 

Days turned into weeks 

And weeks into months

She hit a all time low

But had no time to slow

It dawned on her , one fine day

Its not easy being a mom

Dripping and smelling of lactose

And no time to comb

She walked around like a milking cow

In her XXL maternity gown

Then a transformation came slowly 

When postpartum said goodbye

She learnt to make time for herself

Made herself some pie

She got better as the days passed 

By stealing time in between

To make herself a cup of Chai

I Hope that’s not called mean

Learning new things each day

She was now on her own

This bundle became her prized possession 

Oh this soul she had known 

 His angelic smile, his babbling and his cheer

Melted her like a candle  

She was now on top gear 

A day came when she patiently watched him in sleep

The bond grew deeper and stronger 

But why did she weep ?

Guess her feelings were now truly deep

A mother was born with feelings so pure 

Now she is not just a mother

But a nurturer to cure

She longed to hold him and cuddle 

As he learnt new things each day

Adding feathers to his cap

He will be a big boy one day!

Now she is a pro and an experienced mom

Before she knew it, the second one came along

She’s truly out numbered 

As now they are three! !

Not a moment for her

Will she Ever be free?!?

Her eldest being a quadragenarian 

This one’s a tough nut 

But he loves her deeply

There are no ifs and buts

Three men in her life now

Keeping her on her toes

Can’t imagine her life without them 

Like a Phoenix , she rose !

I have to leave this unfinished here ..

And come back some other day

To tell you more stories

Of her nights and her days…! 

Preeti Manaktala