The Inner Tide

At dawn She is a new mother to you, the baby crying helplessly in Her arms. By morning She is feeding, and nurturing you, 'cause you are Her dearest one. It's noon and She watches you explore, learn, laugh, cry; She talks to you, guides you, as you look around and give each new experience a try. Soon you drift away from the shelter of Her love, looking for more; Patiently She waits, waits to see you return to Her. As sunset approaches and you sense Her absence, you start to look for Her, still holding your handful of possessions. She is still right there but invisible to you due to your ignorance. By dusk time when you feel a deep, dark, void, you call Her out but She isn't there. Unbeknownst to you She awaits too; with arms wide open, yearning for you to seek Her. The Night's here and you're still not close to Mother; so you tread all possible paths to reach Her. She, too, helps to clear the obstacles in your way, Her kind heart singing for you in joy!...

I once met this guy, he swept me off my ground; A feeling of solace and fullness, in his company I found. Like two split pieces of a jigsaw puzzle his hands did fit  in mine; His envelope of arms made me feel like a Sufi, who finally found his shrine. I feel like a revered Goddess when he looks at me; Just like a delicate flower he takes care of me. No riches in the entire world could bargain for his love; I bet he was sent just for me, by the Divine, from the heaven above. In our journey of love, as we face some trials and a few tribulations, The dream to become one reinforces the strength of our foundation. His love and his company is all I need in life, each day; May our bond of love be everlasting, .is all I pray night and day.

Image Courtesy: Google Images “You don't know my reasons, So why judge me for my decisions?” “Right or wrong, we shan’t see, Judged in our eyes, you always will be. Doesn’t matter if you get beaten or abused Even if being overpowered is all you ever rued; So what if your dark skin isn't your fault; Your bravery needs to be brought to a halt. Listen up you, a girl you are, If you dare to fall in love, you’ve gone too far! As for a guy, it’s his wish as to who he chooses, Be it for sleeping or marrying or loving as he pleases. But you can't desire him, until you are, by him, chosen, And don't be offended even if you're not his first one. Why wouldn’t we judge you when you leave him for another, for its worth ridicule when the commodity becomes the bidder! ’cause once you’ve been loved ’n you loved back, you mustn’t find a new love, Since a guy may come n look for you, in his rightful continuous search for ...

At Dawn She is a mother of a new-born— us; the baby lying helplessly in Her arms is who She loves the most. By Morning she is feeding, nurturing, loving and caring for us. At Noon She is seeing us laugh, cry, observe, learn; She is talking to us, guiding us as we look around and experience new things. Come Daytime and we are going away from the shelter of her love and care as we look for other entertainments; while She waits patiently for us to come back to her. As Sunset approaches, we begin to sense Her absence, and try to seek Her back; but we don't let go of what we see as pleasurable. Such is the blindness caused by the shimmer that we can't even see that She is right there. By the time it is Dusk, Her absence creates a void in us that can be filled only by Her; we cry to call Her but She doesn’t come to us. She is calling us back. Come Night and we run, walk, crawl, slide and do tread all possible paths, cross all obstacles to reach our Mama... She too helps...