Hello Mom, It’s me

How soothing it is, to hear you

from the other side.

Talk to me, Ma

though far off,

Your voice heals me,

Always,

Assuring me  of  love 
that's selfless.

Hello Mom,

Are you listening?

A confession

that I owe you,

I’ve taken you for granted,

you’d forgive me mom,

Won’t  you?

Say something, Ma,

Hello, Ma,
Are those the tears

that are choking you?

Wish I could wipe off

the tears, which trickle

down your cheeks,

to see you smile again.

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With the anklet  held in her hand

She stands completely numb;

Her stained eyes  

speak  a thousand emotions.

Her forefinger points them

those at the helm;

For transforming her

to a piece of stone.

But, I see,

her heart throbs  with pain;

to see her kin languish

for survival  in the downpour.

What remains  afloat

is  the agony;

and helplessness.

 ©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

#chennairains

The man with the gray,

Wrinkled skin,

Yeah, he’s my father.

Yes, the man whose hands tremble,

Whose voice sound shaky,

Yeah, is my Papa.

The man with a blurred vision,

And with hearing-impaired,

Yeah, he’s my dad.

but, his love for me

still youthful.

Dad with flowers on 15th May 2017.  Those were wrapped in love from my end. I sure, the fragrance of  those roses would have ensured to convey  my love for him.

 ©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

This 150th blog post is dedicated to my Everloving Dad. 

What's out there for me,

for am safe,

cosily seated on a couch,

enjoying the rains,

the stars and the moon,

untouched by the dangers,

in the opulence of my household.

The bloodshed,

the devastation, the holocaust,

the agony of the homeless,

a mere episode,

for am safe.

As a ritual,

I condemn, I shed a tear.

I am - the Western World.

  ©  2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
Image courtesy:  Pexels

#Daesh   #France   #In My Opinion   #NewsTracker   #Obama   #outrage   #Paris   #Paris attacks                          #President Obama   #Selective -outrage 

Facebook has  launched its security check feature and hundreds are being 'marked safe' to the relief of family and friends around the world. People across the networking site have been changing their profile pictures to the blue, white and red filter showing their solidarity and support with the victims and the French. 

 (ref: http://www.firstpost.com/politics/the-paris-attacks-show-us-the-selective-outrage-of-the-western-world-2507094.html)

I am shaken

Terribly shaken

And my faith sunken

My prayers

My silent prayers

Awaits an answer

You the Omnipresent

You Owe me an answer

A re-affirmation

Aren’t I your kid

Why the foster treatment

Look into my eyes

You are aware

Very well

He is the sole reason – Am alive

They say

You are within

Do prove – Here’s a chance

Read my Numb heart

Lil Ishaan is unwell

Wellness for him  - My desire

_______________________

November 10th, 2015 - Diwali 

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I strum a lullaby

for my Lil one

Who’s miles away

A lullaby

Of hope, of warmth

And Of union

I strum a lullaby

For my Lil one

Who’s in my heart

A lullaby

Of love  and

Of  twinkling stars

I strum a lullaby

for you, my darling

for we are One

And not two

Written for my son – Ishaan, this Diwali, dated 09th November 2015

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