Shrugging off the withered scales
Of spinsterhood, witchery and widowhood
She embraces each day like refreshing droplets of rain
She sails in her paper boats to realize her dreams.
Subterfuge and her allies fail to unnerve her resolve
As she doggedly multi-tasks, at home and at work.
Through the chronicles of time
Violations to her dignity like
Sati, child marriage and female feticide
Seem like pebbles in her myriad roles-
Of a mother, a daughter, a friend , a wife –
All sources of an evergreen fountain of love and compassion.
But when circumstances beckon,
She seamlessly merges into Medusa
To tackle the Hermes of the modern world,
The tree of procreation becomes the stormy Keres.
Tender as the petal and thorny as the cactus
Her spirit buoyant amidst the storms of life
Is the irrepressible, ‘She’.
The nurse handed me a bundle of joy
Evoking inexplicable emotions within,
The mesmerizing innocent eyes fluttered open
Like the wings of a butterfly.
We gauged each other skeptically,
Motherhood had not sunk in yet.
A Tsunami of congratulations, chocolates, bouquets
Left me inundated
But unprepared for
The sleepless nights, wailings, vaccinations, more sleepless nights,
The ecstatic joy at the first gutturals, footsteps, smile,
The tiny fingers tugging at the long locks cascading down my face,
The tender embrace seeking sanctuary from the loud rumblings in the sky
Like the kitten nestling closer in its mother’s warmth at winter.
The carefree demeanor
Shrouded in a cloud of apprehension
Upon leaving the apron strings
And entering experiential play school.
The saga continues-
As it heralds the primary years at school.
The young hands, shape the images of the mind
in the pottery classes,
Vent the songs of a carefree childhood in the music lessons,
Splash into the pool of life
And swim through the initial hurdles
Of academics, comprising stories of life, joy of traveling through excursions
Craft, essays, cursive writing and it goes on…..
To birthdays, friends, sleepovers……….
My daughter is growing up…..
The pitter patter raindrops soothe the face
Etched with wrinkles –
Gift of the relentless race.
Money, Power, Fame jostle for space
In the routine itinerary,
Each vouching to be a springboard to success.
Success comprising less time for family, friends
And the veritable ‘I’
Lost in the maze of ephemeral glory, transient content!
Where are Content and her sibling Happiness?
In the smile of a toothless baby?
In the embrace of a mother ?
In the praise of the teacher ?
In the likes of the recent status on Facebook?
In the idea conceived to earn a living?
In the brotherhood of the kith and kin?
Or was it always there within
As we hungered for it without.