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I have moved away
Far away from where
we left ages ago..

I have forgotten the
words you said,
I don't even remember the emotions,
That we shared ages ago.


I have spent hours of agony,
Cried till my eyes refused to shed tears,
I have no images of those memories
That we shared back then.


Today, you want to ignite
the flame
of left over relations,
How will fire burn on something that doesn't exist?
I don't even feel the pain that you gave me ages ago.


We had shared the best relation back then,
But then it withered
like dried flowers,

We had shared our emotions
Just by mere exchange
of glance,
But then we stopped
looking at each other,

Life had moved on,
So had I,
You left me back then,
Why try again?
I am not sorry
But
I have moved on.

.

There is always a you in him,
And a him in you,
I see a lot of him when I see you,
I see a lot of you when I remember him.
I become satisfied when I see you,

Because my eyes search for him,
I am searching for those glimpses that brings him out in you.

I am reaching out to your your cheeks,
In desperate attempts to feel him,

I look beyond your eyes, deep,
Just so that I can see him within.

You remind me of him,
I had one before you.

You complete me,
But he created me,
long before you came,

You fill me with emotion,
That he stirred in me,
long before you existed,

You make my life complete,
That he started with his footprints, long before God sent you,

You try to bring smile on my lips,
That he started to draw,
before he decided to call it quits and left us forever,

And so, my little angel,
You are now left to fill in for the two.

Sparkle In Wisdom
03/03/2020
Siblings, one in heaven, another on Earth
I need to share today a post dedicated to special mothers. The MOTHERS OF DIFFERENTLY ABLED KIDS

Today is the day a special mom was born.
I want to tell the world that when a special child is born, the mother doesn't know anything of his/her needs. She learns, she grows with the baby.

When a special need child is born, doctors don't know the future, the baby doesn't tick the parameters, the child doesn't bother to follow rules set by normal people, accepted by world, a special mom learns it all by experience.

When a special need child is born depending on severity the doctor pronounce the verdict, considering themselves nothing less than God, they declare the child will be
Vegetable.(I was told this for my son, when he was 9 days old... I WAS A NINE DAYS OLD MOM!)
Hyperactive.
Blind.
Deaf.
Microcephaly.
Hydrocephalus.
Mild­ delayed.
ADHD.
Time will tell.
Etc, etc...
Just like routine

Imagine and feel, when a doctor tells a new mom all this, little do they think that the mom was a girl few months back, she don't even know how to care for "so called normal child" keep apart caring for a special need child.

The mom learns, the mom grows.

Respect and love special need mothers.

No compassion, no sympathy, empathy may be.

Sparkle In Wisdom.
19/11/2019
A small tribute to Special Mom, for them the world revolves around their special need child.
  Nov 2019 Sparkle in Wisdom
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Subconsciously, perhaps,
You knew from the beginning
This point would be attained  -
This awareness
Wherein
I would question and
Ultimately disprove
All you have ever believed
As truth  -
And, in the process,
Rewrite and recreate
Myself.



- fr
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