Mother River

My eyes are wide open
never observed you from this height
View is scary, at times delight
Inside is beauty to feel
Seen from outside, and, here
I see you have been hiding the fact
Swift you are- aggression level highest
Rocks standing there know you more than me
Lame they are in front of you, as if you
Dislike disturbance even the slightest



You never let me know the frothing white,
Tigress grabbing cub, color has been blue
So soothing, caring, assuring and true.
Far, one of those banks, I see,
I see myself getting dirty a hundred times,
You sanitizing me hundred and a one times


For hiding best pebbles in places I knew,
For holding me up when I was drowning,
For taking my share of tears and inflating my joys,
For being cool in summers and warm in winters,
For teasing intimacy by sprinkles, whenever I was with her,
For making me feel special when you have many others

I am short of words, you know short of worth.



I tell you the world outside are dry.
Hunger, health, love, despise,
Money, faith, expectations
Whatever and any how they just cry.
No one out there to listen, no one live enough to feel.


Thank you for teaching me how to be alive and float,
For making me realize time is best when present,
Enabling me think the way living ones are ought to.


Noon is scorching, bright is even brighter
When I know this is the last light.
Angry with you-
You never taught, I never realized,
People see papers, not persons
Love sees fame, not eternity
Friends seek competition, not sacrifice
Growth sees opportunity, not patience
Success sees force, not passion
Money seen by everyone, itself is blind

Manhunt moreover, extinction of mankind

Before your splendor push me away from the sight
I, your son, protest and request my right
To be in continuum, as you are
And make my self free, you are!



I am not here to struggle, mother, it has been a lot
Soft bed of grains and shells, I deserve some slot




I know there will be pains; it was there when I was born
We about to share the pain second, last time
I assure you there will be joys; it was there when I was born
Again I will be safely cuddling in the womb
My soul being free, with a promise-
To sleep, sleep and sleep
Giggling, as when, you like teasing