Binu- My Universe

Cuddled unto my bosom,

Holding his chin barely above 

My shoulder, tries to 

Raise his head

To see the big,big world

Before him, while we take

Our daily, rather hurried walk

Giving his mama 

 Time to tidy up.

His big, bright, marble eyes

Glint to see all

 The green before him.

His nappy is rolled up.

I feel the smooth skin

Of his tiny buttocks, 

Velvety to the touch.

His feeding time is a marvel.

While sucking like a puppy,

He plays with mamma's hands

And stops for a second

To show her a toothless gum

And a series of coo s.

His biggest smile is reserved for his seeya

While he needs me

When he is bored to death

On the bed!

He holds on to his mama 

For his food, sleep and  for comfort.

But when his papa,clad in a bath towel,

Comes after an evening shower,

Binu forgets them all

And jumps to him

Leaving his nappy 

And everything behind.

(this was written when he was seven months old.)

A House Painted in Apple White

I would like a house, painted
Apple white,
With large french windows
In rainbow color curtains,
Open to the lawn.

I would like a room, painted
Rose white,
With only a cosy couch
Among the stacked books of
 My favourite authors.

I would like a room, painted
Daffodil yellow,
With a  twin ebony bed
Of bright gold leaf designs
Carved on the head rest.

I would like to flop on the bed 
Feeling the rays  of docile setting sun, In the evening, while brooding On 
My childhood memories
Of my siblings, distant to me now.
  

When the dusk falls
I would like to go to my room
And under the soft glow of a lavender candle
I would Start to write
As I always hope to do.