Uni, my freedom

You are my sins, you are my war

I have walked alone and come this far

You are my trouble, whom I set free

You germinate inside to become my tree

You are my rebel, you make me scream

You live inside and make me dream

I see you through, growing in slumber

I count your moments, as I remember

You make me exist

You are my soul, my words by far

You are my silence in my days
You make me high, set a bar
I see my dreams in your eyes
I see my future, where it lies

Uni, you are the reason now
I get my strengths through you some how
I will let you grow with every part of me
I will wait for knowledge that you'll see

Journey of a Mother

For nine months, it was waiting for a heart that kept on beating. It opened its fingers summoned me to create - a poetry, verse, a notion or a mind. The first time you feel that warmth makes you so much alive.

He is 14 months now and how my times flies, I have no idea. Someday, I will sip over a cup of coffee and mull over my journey. Ogu by then you will have your own perceptions and thoughts. It will be good to have a conversation with you to understand your political ideologies, literary inclinations, and taste of music.

My mother gave me the freedom to be "Me;" and I will do the same to you. I will enable you to get what you want to be, not restricting your imaginations - it might be how unreal it be!

Thoughts! Yet Again

When I said 'nothing', I spoke a lot

Some assumptions exposed, as we fought

My silences reveal meanings

For you cannot say, or know

And all your thoughts, you let it grow

It grows and dies,

With all my sins, I lie

When we spoke not once

Neither you nor I

Sat with empty mouth, with no words to shout

We don't understand the other

Drowned in senses, not to bother

Numbness seeps deep through

A pungent smell, I see it brew

A pattern stir deep

As we take a leap

Thoughtless nights, as I sit to wonder

What must I think? What must I ponder

I have become so blank

Where all my smiles sank

What do you see?

Ain't all feelings gone? 

I feel, I am yet again reborn

Birth is a new phase, or return to an old

Words that I collect from you every fold

Ask not me! Where I am lost

Why did I speak ? At what cost?

A sentimental foe fumes in 

I commit, I commit yet another sin!

Another mundane

Argument

Thoughts, I have spoken to you

In loop, iterating our perceptions

Thoughts, I had a coffee with you

In our evenings, when all work is done

 

Thoughts, when we took a walk

When words ran dry, sentences didn't talk

We ran from one argument to another

Consumed by mundane breather

 

Then, we pause for a while

Exchange a courteous smile

Part our ways

To begin a new phase

 

An argument to come

An argument to grow

A perception revealed by some

An assumption to throw

 

There, I see, you building a phrase

Punctuating your terms
Slowly crafting a tedious maze

Curating a chase

Our arguments grow, in a vicious flow
Words - peak and crest low
Voices of my head taste so numb
Neither I hear, nor can I sum

Arguments! yet again come with me
Words still flow, not meant to be
Get lost! you thought
Bother not me
Let me live peacefully in my ignorant abode