Tag: loving

VERSE | THE APPLE OF HIS EYE

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, truth, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
He looks at him, his son-in-law
Blinking, not recognizing him
It has been over half a year 
Since this son was last here 
Half a lifetime in his existence 
Scrambled by dementia. Aasiya
The daughter he’s barely spoken to
Given in marriage at 22
He now remembers crystal clear 
As she sits with him, ministering 
Talking to him now without fear
Ungrudgingly for all the years
She was not enough. Arif
Her husband with the business
The opinions and the maleness
Was the apple of her father’s eyes
But now all he sees in the clouds of time 
Is this angel with her beautiful smile
As she soothes him, and she feeds him
Her gentle touch calming the storms 
Of confusion and disquietude
That rage through him so often now
All he sees, all he has eyes for
Is his daughter, his beloved Aasiya.

Image: Blackbirdkoyel

VERSE | UNDERNEATH

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
I see the sea, a mottled grey
As she holds on,just barely
To a hazy vestige 
Of her tranquil turquoise sheen
It was just an hour ago
That she wore her majesty 
Cloaked in all her blues and greens
But even she 
This creature of serenity 
Has her days when she shifts 
Off her axis of evenness
When she fusses and fumes in choppy tones
Sending currents of fear through mortal bones
Her discontentment carried in 
The surf that comes crashing in
To where I stand holding my breath
In my bare feet, toes inward-crept
She sloshes, washes over me 
Her touch, gritty-soft 
As she caresses me
Tough-lovingly
For behind her fearsome gaze
And beneath her maddened mien
She’s still the nurturer, the queen.
Image: Fine Art America

VERSE | THE PAUSE

On By Mahvash K. M.In Faith, hope, poetry, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
You tell me I should have known
Better than to trust another 
With tender things 
Like the blood reveling warm within
Sweet imaginings 
You tell me I should have seen
The telltale clues in between
The spaces where I had wrapped 
My heart around someone, rapt
In the throes of so much joy
I beamed, I glowed for months on end
You remind me now again
I look at you and I smile
Sometimes silence golden and still
Is all that is needed to fill
The pause waiting to receive
Contentions, remonstrations, a speech
I let that moment pass me by
Bloated with pent up intrigue
Silence exquisite, shimmering 
Now takes me in its calm embrace
I had loved with all my heart
No regrets, no shame, no blame
My quietness golden and still
Now safekeeps memories in that space.
Image: Dale Wesley Ziebarth
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VERSE | THROUGH THEIR EYES

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, truth, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
She sits there selling bangles 
Set up in a wicker basket 
Some laid down on the grass
Every now and then she gently 
Sweeps off the dust that spreads thinly
From teeming feet that hurry past
Barely slowing near the woman 
Sitting on her haunches hoping 
For someone to slow down, to pause 
Her concave belly almost touching 
The basket that is tugging 
The life blood from her womb 
Every time that she moves 
Spilling it in little driblets 
Onto its precious load

The maternal bond of glass and blood
Unremitting, never enough 
As she sits car-caressing 
Sometimes fretting, sometimes fussing
Rearranging, caring, loving
Always loving, always loving
A tender smile hov-hovering 
Around her tired mouth
She is umbilical-corded 
To her treasures 
Resting in their bed of wicker
Willing them to cleave their way 
Into the hearts of passersby 
Willing them to shine so bright 
That it brings tears to her eyes 
The boundless world of plenty
In those bangles by her side

Behind her lie two little heads 
Heat-numbed and stupefied 
Little thumbs in little mouths
Doing their best to pacify
The endless hunger in their bellies 
Matured and rarefied 
Over lifetimes spent behind 
Their mother as she hums 
Little songs of gentle rain 
On golden fields of wheat and rye
Watching their little sisters 
Take all their mother’s time 
Resting in their basket
They tinkle and they wink
They watch their little sisters 
Gleaming, laughing in delight 
Suckling on the joyfulness 
That streams from their mother’s eyes.
NB: Image is from the World Wide Web. Artist was not mentioned.

VERSE | DIFFERENT

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, truth, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
I met her on the internet
We had a little chat
For fifteen or twenty minutes 
It wasn’t more than that

The next day at 3pm
I saw my screen light up
There was a message waiting
She had not given up!

I smiled, nay beamed it was
Uplifting and sublime
That this lovely lass could one day
Be a real friend of mine

She had put up a photo 
In the app display online
I tended to opt for staid old men
Quoting their pithy lines

The weeks they turned into months 
She suggested finally
That we should meet up somewhere
For sandwiches and tea

I was torn, I was in two minds
To go or not to go
I had had some experience 
Of dejection and of woe

But she seemed different 
Grounded, honest and mature
So I bested my insecurities 
Of one score years and four

I walked in early and sat down
I ordered a latte
I waited looking at the door
And then I saw her face

Gleaming, hopeful, expectant
She glanced around the room
Our eyes met for a bit and then
She looked away confused

She lingered for a while before
She glided out of there
With my disillusionment and coffee 
I sat in my wheelchair.