MOTHER, I KNOW MY HOME IS HERE..

I usually smile, sometimes I cry
Sometimes, I get sulking as well
But I do know
Where is the axis of my life
Wherever I may be
I have to come back to you
You are that part of life
I never get disinclined of
Dying is the final truth of life
But equally true is the fact
That you have given me life
What I have done
What I am doing
And what I want to do
That is possible
Only if I remain ‘I’
Within my limits
Beyond limits of this world
And that ‘I’ of I
Is because of you, your being here
And because of my people
The axis of ‘them’ is you
Nothing is ideal as such
Life takes many forms
It lives many lives
But we are still together
We cry, we laugh
Sometimes, we do not speak
But they know the place
They have come from
And what is their limit
You are in first words
You are in every decision of life
Always giving me the shade
Irrespective of life’s shades
What else do I need
But you by my side
Your presence that binds us all
In a thread
Mother, I know my home is here..

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

O MOTHER, I DON’T NEED ANYTHING BUT YOU

O mother, I don’t need the sky
Haven’t you given me the wings to fly?

You don’t feel it but I understand
The pain you take for me to stand

I am still small and I may not express
But how can’t I read your distress

The words I speak are given by you
The moves I make are reflections of you

The world I have extends from you
The times I have trail back to you

O mother, I don’t need anything but you
Haven’t you been the only one for me?

I can’t read the emptiness of your eyes
But I feel the suffering and its cries

You keep your tears from me
But I can sense your urge to run free

And I need to say, please don’t bow anymore
It’s the time, take your call and open the door

To the life, beyond this muddied flow
And I’ll be there, with your wings, as I grow

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

MAA..MUMMA..

Maa..Mumma..Mother..
‘The never defined’,
Yet always guiding to the right

Maa..Mumma..Mother
‘The never demanding’,
Yet always supporting might!

Maa..Mumma..Mother
‘The never obstructing’,
Yet always questioning light

Maa..Mumma..Mother..
The crux of all the ‘isms’..
The bottom-line of every wisdom

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/