The love of a mom
Wrapping me in lavender scented bear hugs,
She would do anything for us kids.
Cradling our fears away
with bedtime stories of saving the day.
The love of a mom
Fighting like our combat warrior,
to build a future so glorious.
You are the angel I seek in strange souls,
yet come back to you when my heart is sick,
You have shaped me towards my goal,
While saving me through all life nicks.
– – “Two Souls One Pen” Series by @the.ashani and @thepoetsong – –
I rest in those fields to dream,
watching mother nature gleam.
The Rainbow tied by it seems,
Worlds can be so serene.
And the color took me like a queen,
when flowers bloomed and petals turned green.
Filled with energy I rejoiced the spring,
It’s the nature full of bling.
– – “Two Souls One Pen” Series by @the.ashani and @thepoetsong – –
Yes I know yesterday was hard,
it challenged you and left you hollow,
But remember streams continue to flow,
in spite of everything it swallow.
Stop complaining of the past,
you have a dream and you gotta be it’s protector.
You have the power of healing yourself,
so pick yourself up and grow stronger than ever.
Let the world know what they mocked,
leave them to mumble.
You are the boss,
and no one can steal your thunder.
You are the song that
blooms me in the wild,
with a little touch of you,
I feel alive.
You are the sunshine of my world,
all I want is YOU to survive.
When they first met each other,
she was six and he was nine,
Running through the fields together,
childhood games had already made up their mind.
When one was low,
the other got the sugary treats,
And when one did something wrong,
the other would stick through the heats.
Growing up together,
they were the bond that everyone admired.
The day he got down on one knee,
She had the biggest smile.
But life decided to play the part,
cos she got a heart that wouldn’t last.
Cried together with the fear of being apart,
Their destiny is in God’s hands,
who decides if they get a second chance.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
stop asking that question at all.
It’s never about the reflection you see,
it’s always what’s within after all.
A fair complexion isn’t the ideal color,
in fact, complexion isn’t the true judgement call.
Pretty isn’t what defines the beauty,
stop worrying to look like a doll.
Define the beauty your heart desires,
let it be the wrinkles or that old mole.
Be the carving of your true nature,
cos you are the Cinderella and the world is your ball.
Stood high as pride,
facing the world day and night;
witnessing the insane,
trusting the sane;
analysing them,
but expressing no disdain. Continue reading “That Tree From The Corner”
Hold me tight,
never let me go!
I am scared of the unknowns,
the world might throw. Continue reading “Hold me tight”
Looking at life, she smiled,
All her sorrow took an exile.
Her wheelchair couldn’t be the shackle on her dreams,
As she stepped to face it in a new disguise.
She befuddled the nature’s destiny for her,
As she carried her new foot all energised.
She knew the world would muffle her dreams,
But she walked through the pain, into the lands of happiness gain.
All it took was determination to rise,
with all that she took baby steps at a time.
Journey was tough, She was adamant,
But at the end, She danced to the rhythm of life.
—inspired by the life of Sudha Chandran(Mayuri)–
-pic courtesy: #ART by Maryam Mughai-
The Ashani 