A Bowl of Elusive

Here's a little poem I wrote way back when I was in middle school. I know posting in on Mother's Day is kind of anti-climactic, but there is darker side of motherhood and I wish everyone knew it. Mothers are little nice things Always associated with love. The mother I know of Is pretty different. The mother I know ( Forgive me O Divinity) Would rattle your senses And challenge your sanity. The mother who left her child To die, at a tender age of three. What sorrows, what grievances She had, I know not yet. The mother I know Made the little soul cry; What stuff was she made of? So cruel and so dry. The little child, motherless left Never blamed her for that; Yet the sorrow could not subside Nor could it run, neither hide. But how can these wounds Be ever healed? What medicine, what miracle Can substitute for a mother's love? This mother I tell you, Would never know How it is to be A motherless child. When lyrical lilt of love And meand...

“TRUTH“…Such a sublime concept, isn't it? And yet, its never absolute. No, this is not a lesson in philosophy. I am talking about a very practical aspect here. Because, we aren't a species that is driven solely on instincts and reflexes. We take time to analyse “the truth”, “the reality” and then act on it, as we see fit. And hence, the need for “truth” gets elevated several folds. And truth here should be absolute. As a lot depends on it. Sometimes life and death and at other times, a person’s identity. Coz what we believe makes us who we are. Thats the truth I am speaking of. Have you wondered why things are never absolutely true? If you start thinking about it, you'll realise that this ambiguity in the concept of truth exists only in things that are human or related to humans. For example, look at the sun or the moon. One is a star and the other, a satellite. Both of them are celestial bodies. That is the truth, the absolute truth. As its universally ...