Mom Knew Nothing About Mothers Day

 mom never knew anything about mother's day

she didn't even know her birth date

what was there to celebrate?

but even if she knew

what would she do?

would she allow me to cook for her

or would she have done it herself.

restaurant hopping was unknown to her

all days were special to her

and also to me

i never hugged her

nor kissed

nor say I love you

but feelings were real

beyond words

it expressed itself

with respect and obedience

in never doubting her decisions

she was always around

to check on me

I knew I was

protected

safe

secure.

Now

there is just one picture

on my desk

but it speaks volumes with me.

happy mothers day

nobody can replace mothers love.

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Poems are Random Thoughrs

 Poems are the random thoughts

that seek

a tune

a rhythm

a form

a meter

sometimes they have

a style of their own.

They are just a string of opinions

knotted together

end to end

People decide whether we write good poems or not...

they are the ones

to judge

to react,

to comment,

to critique

Sometimes even slap or abuse.

I always write good poems..

They are my thoughts that reflect

my sensitivity

my emotions

my reaction

my assumptions

If others don't like it

then what do I do?

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construction Workers

 Workers

brave the hot scorching heat

to built a home

that house the elite.

Water dripping down their neck

Dark skin glisten under sun

Arms swing continuously

breaking each tile

Unmindful of the noise and dust

that enter my house across the street.

I quietly shut my window

to return to my soundless cool room of my gym

The workers continue to muscle up the heat.

color Palette

Day 20...color palette

#tsl prompt for #napowrimo

The colors on my plate

Augments my appetite

Dark brown roasted chicken, red circles of tomatoes

Off white slices of potatoes,

Yellowish green strips of chilly

Saffron infused rice

White idli in a foil

I go for vibrant taste of life

The pink rosy happiness

Dark red passions,

yellow shining bright smiles

The grey tones of loneliness are buried under piles

Out of sight

In dark corners of my mind

They do resurface

sometimes

When blue feelings strikes

But then

that is rare

the endless rainbow colors envelop me always

Its the loving company

Of every hue

of my friends

I go for vibrant shades of life