Baby

Wings so heavy

My wings, heavy as a rock,
Pushes me down as I lift,
And try to fly alone above,
Below is the deep dark sea.

I turn to see if I got company,
Alas! I find none but darkness,
Hope in eyes and a heavy heart,
Flap my wings that are so wet.

See a dark rock away so far,
My heart flutters in despair,
As my little boy will miss me,
And hopes that I will return!

Father

Annoyingly lovable

His world is the size of a peanut,
Nothing matters but his family,
Sweats over his son’s journey,
Wants them at home before dark.

Old fashioned but a humble man,
Has done harm to none, but loved,
All his life, giving but never taking,
His deeds are true and lovable!

His day starts seeing his family,
Safe and happy, sleeps peacefully,
Expects a happy home, else slugs,
Pokes his nose in every move!

cancer · death · life

Tears rolled down

How’s everything dear?
She said,” He passed away”.
I felt suffocated and a pain,
Struck my cord so sharp.

Saw him healthy a year back,
Took me an hour to shed tears,
As I felt sorry for my friend,
My dear most one, a clean soul!

Love her for just being unique,
And respect her for her dedication,
That kept her stay put till the end,
As he counted his days in pain!

Kavitha Patchamalai

child

Ouch!

Love the way he cycles for hours,
In between the chats and giggles.
My heart falls on my feet often,
When he vanishes round the corner.

Exhausted, I fall on the big bed,
Aah ! I shout as Legos are there.
Wake up suffocated at night,
To find him sleeping on my chest.

Long to see him wake up smiling,
Find myself lonely if out of sight.
Though his tantrums are aloud,
I rather prefer them to his silence.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Dog

Three legged

He might have strayed on the road,
For he has only three legs, struggling,
As he is not used to being so,
Born perfect but became disabled.

Started playfully biting his tail,
When I spoke to him soothingly,
A clear sign of affection displayed,
Making me lament for him!

Kavitha Patchamalai

being mom

George and Mama Pig

He calls himself, “George”,
Piles up all the pillows,
And jumps from the sofa,
Rolling on the floor giggling!

My pulse becomes abnormal,
As I wish to burn the pillows,
But his tantrums warn me,
And keep myself composed!

Granny pig has no patience,
And guts to watch George,
Grandpa pig is horrified,
Yet, keeps an eye on him!

Mommy pig had a long day,
Watching over him play,
Falls asleep before bedtime,
Awakes hearing,”Mom!”.

Kavitha Patchamalai

anxiety · Depression

The Plight

Do you suffer from a loveless life?
You are not alone in this world,
As no one is happy but miserable,
Even if they are blessed with love.

Cut of the expectation after a point,
And focus on how to live this life,
For you may not get this life again,
Stop chasing after love that’s fake.

You can’t undo the wasted time,
Waiting for finding the lost love,
But do yourself a favor forgetting,
The past that’s worthless and nil.

Kavitha Patchamalai