Mother

I resonate with you
As you brought me to life.
You represent an emblem of sacrifice
And of love, boundless and infinite.
Poem or praise falls short, as an ode
To a mother is who is a god!

I remember writing this for Mothers’ Day and I should have sent it to her but I don’t do the mushy stuff! Haha. I sent her a lot of other messages that I’m sure meant the world to her but could not make up for the geographical distance we had this time around. A huge thanks to my mom who has always loved me, trusted me and made me a good human being. I can only hope to be as strong, and confident as she is. Because she has sacrificed a lot to see us happy! Every day we should thank our moms, but here is just another reason to do this today. If you haven’t done so, tell your mom you love her!

Featured Image Credits: Muhammad Saleh

I am posting my poetry and pieces on Instagram daily and some tidbits about my life too.

Love Like a Waterfall

Yes, I fall for you
like water, from a height
Splashing, splitting
into a million pieces
Ultimately being one
with the Earth.

Saloni

Image Credits: My phone! I clicked this at work, and came up with the lines in an impromptu manner while uploading it to my Insta-stories.

This was first posted on the blog in June 2018, and reposted today in lieu of Flashback Fridays.  Find more of my original prose and poetry on InstagramFacebook, & Pinterest.

Raging Battles (Flashback Friday)

A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.

The world was such an empty place before,
Then came her prince-on-the-white-horse to the fore,
They shared a bond that could last forevermore
The world wasn’t so empty anymore.

He was a soldier of the state,
Serving the country was his fate,
He loved his girl and his nation,
He was his country’s true citizen.

They walked the lush gardens hand-in-hand,
They scoured for shells in the golden sand,
They ran gleefully in the rain,
They were not aware of the upcoming pain.

One day, he got called for his duty,
He was called to serve at the front;
They were taught to show no pity,
The enemy had to face the brunt.

The girl was left alone to ponder,
The state of her lover she often wondered;
She passed her days lying in wait,
She couldn’t leave everything in the hands of fate.

She heard the radio day and night,
Heard the horrific results of the fight;
They often recounted the names of the dead,
With worry did her forehead always sweat.

He called one day, “How are you, my love?”
“Lying in your wait”, she only sobbed.
He told her of his friends’ death,
She only said that she was sitting with awaited breath.

He recounted the booms of the guns, the missiles, the bodies,
He told her how they had to live as a quarry;
He said he was proud to fight,
He said he was content he was right.
Though the barrels made him shiver,
He had always the strength-filled quiver.

She longed to see him day & night,
She heard from them one twilight,
He had been martyred by the enemy’s cannon,
“He was our bravest soldier”, said the Captain.

Her heart burst with paramount grief,
Battles raged in her heart as on the streets;
“How ironical”, she thought grimly of her loss,
That it should come at a time after their country had won.

She walked then between the gunpowder and debris,
She now only felt the thorns of the roses, on her feet;
Come and see the blood in the streets, her heart cried
Come and see the blood in the streets!
Come and see the
blood in the streets!!


In lieu of completing three years of blogging, today’s Flashback Friday is the first original poetry I posted on the blog. Raging Battles, this poem has won me two awards, lots of appreciation from family and tons of impressed/bewildered looks from my friends. In simple terms, I love it! And as it is Flashback Friday, I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to post it yet again 😛

 Image Credits: Wallpaper-House

Wise Words Everyday 17.4

“As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.”
― Kristin Hannah, Summer Island

Wise Words Wednesday 19.7.2017

“A mother is the truest friend we have. When trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.”

—Washington Irving

The bond that a mother has with her child is incomparable to any other. That level of purity is akin to spirituality and the infinite love and wisdom that she shares with us over our lifetime are priceless too. It is just the theme for today’s quote because we should stop and think more often about our mothers. And, thank them for their endless commitment and sacrifices.

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