Friday, May 17, 2013

My Guardian Angel




There goes the lullaby of love
That tears the stained curtains of pain
A voice so angelic, peaceful and serene
I fall in its embrace, and all struggles seem vain.

A face that smiles despite the anguish
Of letting go of dreams so dear
But sees the reflection of what it sought
In a young visage it adores with a heart, so clear

I rattle and chatter, my day long tale
There is a smile that listens to every word I scream
Murmuring roses fall short of words
For that smile shames innocence; O that benign beam.

A pair of hands holds the crazy bivouac
To satiate the needs of a demanding fool
Yet not one word of complain is ever heard
It’s a magical, never failing, meticulous tool.

Marching across from place to place
Attending the requests made ungratefully
The tired feet just halt for when
That smiling face has to hear me attentively

The smile, the voice, the tranquil face
That ease my life beyond words I have
All belong to my best best friend, God sent
My Mom has all the love in the world I crave.

- Vaisakhi Mishra

No matter how much we write, we will never find enough words to thank our moms or even describe the simple greatness her presence silently radiates. 

P.S.: ‘I am writing a Tribute to Mom in association with Parentous.com

20 comments:

  1. This is such a heart warming poem. Beautiful dear and yes, we can never describe her greatness in words. All the best :)

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    1. thanku so much di..:)...read ur post too but coz of some issues couldnt post the comment there..:(...any ways ur write up and poem were too good..:)...best of luck to u too..

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  2. Good composition.......... A great post indeed...........

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  3. A lovely poem and its true no matter how many words are employed we can never express ourselves completely :)

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  4. Really nice on post Indeed
    Want some more :)

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  5. if thats aunty in the pic,she looks awesome!! N lovely tribute.

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    1. hehe ya tats my mom..:)...and thanku :D

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  6. Hey, Hi
    Well i may never be able to fathom it fully, but the relationship between mothers and daughters is something really special and different. For a mother, she lives her childhood in her daughters life and a daughter sees her future self in her mother...
    :)
    and you have penned it beautifully...


    Regards,
    Eon

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  7. Sometimes i wonder that, what makes this gal so beautiful and touchy!!! I realized now that its none but her parents !!! In the words of Robert MacNeil ;
    "Parents can plant magic in a child's mind through certain words spoken with some thrilling quality of voice, some uplift of the heart and spirit."
    I wanna really tell that Varsha u r really fortunate enough to get a mother like Usha Mam.. #Respect :)

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    1. omg that is so sweet..n true i m damn lucky to have a mom like my mom..:)

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  8. So beautiful it is.. You have a gift Vaisakhi. You hook your readers with very first line of your thoughts. Reading it again and again. Thanks for sharing such wonderful post..

    Also, just to let you know that I have tagged you in my post here http://cerebralrendezvous.blogspot.in/2013/12/x-mas-shopping-with-dadda-pius-porky.html

    Do respond by writing back for me and you can feel free to tag me in one of yours. I will be more than happy to acknowledge it.

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    1. Thanku so much Priyanka...glad u liked it..:)

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