Amogha and I

In one most beautiful moment
I looked at the butterfly..
her monotonous yellow
broken by the hue of the blue sky

In one most beautiful moment
I saw that small leaf swayed by the wind
her nascent green
bordered by the leaf that turned purple
just yesterday

In one most beautiful moment
I saw my child
its tender pink..
bordered in my wrinkled brown

Canvas

May I paint you?
In hues of splendid yellows
Handsome oranges
and
a breeze of lavender?

May I gently run
the brush I call my destiny
through pastel greens
and then draw
streams of purity
to flow through you? that
the gloom these eyes hold
through living a human life
may one day
breathe the sweet smell
of wildflowers i drew on you

I drew life!
in a riot of colours
and left
the bottle of black paint over it
to hold it against the winds....

motherhood

Defined.

Responsibility
Attention
Selflessness
Expectation

Joy.

Overrated-
rebirth
selflessness

I am
a mother.

overrated,
manipulative,
million agendas,
and the successful victim

random

The remnants of a thought linger on like dust after a truck passed by.
I assimilate these as I turn away