Sunday, August 11, 2019

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.)




Tuesday, March 19, 2019

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.