A Mom's Point Of View

Here is why Hillary has trouble attracting Millennials!

This is the age group who rebels most from parental authority.

Specially Mom's!

Seeing a mom and a grand ma running for president- 

Their reaction- Oh! No! Not Mom Again!

Note: As election frenzy heats on we find some thing or other to laugh, to be amused!

Mudslingers

Two mudslingers got into mud packed fight 

Their slip and slide created such blight

The pot maker ran away to Gibraltar

Now there isn't a pot for the water

They better hide their black faces in night.

Note: Inspired by presidential debate 2016.

A Mother's Call

You are my first thought of the day 

When eye lids open

I see you behind those lids

And send a prayer for your welfare.

Distances are crossed 

The day becomes blissful

When offsprings appear 

In dream for added joy!

Note: As Soon as I woke up this morning my youngest son came to mind as my first thought of the day prompting me to write these few lines. Later this afternoon I took a nap and just before waking up a clear vision of one of my son was in front of me. So clear and distinct that I pinched my self to know if it is a dream or a reality! If I am awake or still asleep!

The love bond between mother and children envelops us with such a joyous feeling! Some time  so unexpected and mysterious but always precious!

9. 10. 2016

Waves And Thorns ( Tanka Series )

Waves And Thorns

Some time I feel like 

Questioning everything,  

But find no answers.  

Does it reflect my deepest  

Hidden dissatisfactions? 

Storm churns in ocean  

From a distance the movement  

Of waves is serene. 

Sunset spreads a ruby glow

I sit in a quiet trance.

I watch a squirrel 

She rolls over in dirt bath!

cajoles a young one!

Their playfulness spreads a wave

Of mirth into my heart.

Learn to live with thorns. 

Often it comes from your bush,  

This is how it works. 

Tired of working to dissolve. 

Even a little thorn hurts. 

I eat too much 

My stomach rebels!  

I eat too little  

My sugar goes down! 

What a nuisance old age is!  

Need a long long rest.

Somewhere in oblivion,

On the higher grounds-

Above the slippery slopes

There is a paradise.

8. 21. 2016

Longing For A Cool Breeze

No sun and no air

Just sweltering humidity 

Like an unwanted thought

Troubling mind and body

And you- like an caged bird

Fluttering to escape 

The heat, the sweat, the discomfort

The sleepless night.....

Trying to push it with all your might 

But failing to do so......

Longing for a cool breeze....