Men

Toughest
to the world outside
But in your embrace,
mellows down.

Takes all burdens
on shoulders, broad
Yet simply melts
in your hold.

Mature, one moment
And then a child
When the right woman
is by their side!

Oh! How they lead,
and yet love to be led.
Here's to the gentle giants -
Here's to the men!

Him. Her. Us.

I wish you would see me
When you looked at him
I wish you would want me
To warm your bed.

The way your eyes shine
At his glance
Breaking into a sweat
And butterflies at dance.

I can feel how
You melt with his touch
How you wait
To hear his footsteps

I had wished some day
You would choose me
That I would be the 'One' -
But that's a distant dream.

You are his, now
And I have her
I put her where -
You put him, easy.

So, I hug her closer
And hear her squeal
Her eyes, lit up
Sadly, mine would never be.

Looking Back

There was a time
When I longed for you
For your hugs and your kisses
And to feel subdued.

There was a time 
I waited for you
To give me some warmth
Amidst morning dews.

I was in love
And so were you
We only saw each other
That's all I knew.

But  slowly with time,
I saw you withdrew
Day after day -
And it only grew

Those were the days
When I would wonder
Was I not pretty?
What could I do?

For years in line
I hoped in vain
That maybe some day
You'd see my pain.

Maybe I was blind
To what you wanted
Maybe you wished
That I'd know you too!

Those days are gone
We're no longer lovers
Two fragile, old souls
Left to ponder.

If we go back in time
Who would you choose?
Would you undo our vows?
Bear me the truth?

Now we lay
On our death beds
Having lived a life
Where we were already dead.

The Walk Back Home

Seven years she waited
For a child
And finally held him
For four hours -
Glory to God,
they screamed and barged in
But this is no work
Of my  holy God.

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"A hundred more"
Said her husband wearily -
They'd covered a thousand
And this seemed close.
But her water broke
She delivered on the roads.
Clutching her new born
She limped towards home.

My Child

Whose children
are we indeed?
To those
we were born?
Or to the lot
where we feel we belong?

All children, from mothers 
are made -
But is that the only
possible bond?
Is blood the only way to get
mother and child  to connect?

Born from our hearts
are plenty
Our friends
for instance
Or lovers,
who'd make families.

So, when I count
My bonds for life
Your name pops up
Without a glance.
You are my child.
And I am your mom.

She's home

She saw me
through my struggles

She sees me
through my joys

No matter my moodswings
She’s mine through highs and lows.

She’s kept me safe at storms
And through mighty shutdowns

I remember how huge she once seemed
Her warmth remains, though she's smaller now!

How many have marvelled at her beauty
But she’s always been so coy!

My children run up her frame still
Though old, she’s not one to fall!

How much I yearn, to get back to you
Every night, my beautiful, tiny home.

When A Man Cries

There's something when...
A man cries.

We know he's tried it all...
A lone fighter, against the wall.

His life's been overhauled
Else he'd hide his tears, his bawls.

This is his last resort.
Maybe his last hope.

Before he breaks the news
It's his anguish call to God's -

A war cry for strength...
Or to not let him fall.

The burden of manhood is heavy
And tears are read as weak.

And that's why my heart dies -
Whenever a man cries.