grace – 22 YARDS and beyond…..

From an obedient child to a nagging youth the rigours of time played it's part her love only grew with time ourightly sublime. How she gets to know of my pain merely by talking on phone something that's still beyond me in the midst of all the storm her lap continues the most comfortable place to be. Her frail body needs to slowdown but she just won't budge working round the clock by her age you can't judge. Gentle and kind yet fierce when the need be she's one strong resolute woman grateful to be her son. Her ubiquitous presence in my life heals all my wounds blessed by her divine grace the magic of mother's embrace.

Love ever so pure
a feeling so surreal
'twas supposed to withstand the test of time,
after all, I was hers
and she was mine.

What was meant to be forever
turned out to be a fairytale,
couldn't ride the surf of love
although my boat had set sail.

The sweetness while it lasted
still gives me an aftertaste,
her presence was infectious
for me, she was precious.

From present to what's now past
it all happened so fast,
confusion reigned supreme
it all seems an illusionary dream.

Characters changed overnight
trust died a natural death,
 out of sight
with each passing breath.

Irony of ironies,
love's  there to heal
but here it was the source of pain,
learnt to live with it
without going insane.

Enough burning in the flames of love
time to extinguish it now,
holding onto it
never brought solace,
letting go however,
 the only saving grace.

Tag: grace

MOTHER’s EMBRACE

LETTING GO