My Pleasantly disturbed Thursday

Indeed,

I hardly slept during night

Due to a troublesome flu

Set alarm to wake up so early

To call my friend

Whenever I felt like sleeping

Some thoughts keep coming into mind

I kept scribbling down

Into pieces of poems

After travelling through the highways

Of my memories

I saw my ever-pleasant village

Innocence prevails in its atmosphere

I saw the people I left behind

The ones who cared me so much

My lonely childhood

The places where I used to play

With my imaginary friends

I wonder how I started hating it

Though the warmth of their love

Still touches my heart

I saw how my life took shape

From my lonely childhood

As I scrambled through my options

Seeked suggestions from others

I found my mind in a state of stagnation

I searched whole day for an inspiration

Until I saw pleasantly disturbed Thursday

I realized, I have to get back to the past

To dig the treasure of memories

To churn out the missing pieces in my collection

My words

I wonder, the more I try to put lid on

Those dark days of my life

It seems to flash inspiring visuals

For me to cultivate my art

Now, curiosity has taken over my heart

To find out the meaning of forgotten relations

Those priceless moments  

The wish to go out and find those

To see, how they are

But , I don’t want to walk back to those corridors

As I have to move on to new pastures

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Another Mom

As a kid, I was lucky

Being loved by people around

In my neighborhood

There was an aunty,

Younger than my mom was then

She and her husband was fond of me

As they didn’t had kids, then

She showered love on me

That could envy any mom

She looked after me like her own kid

Took me to her home, when she had time

Or I visited her when I missed her

Everyday, she used to feed me the lunch

With my favorite fried eggs of fish

I liked being with her

Since she cared me a lot

One day I called her “mom”

As I couldn’t differentiate her love

From my own mom

She was happy at that moment

Months later, she moved on afar

When she finally had her own child

She named him after me

May be in my memory

When I visited her once, years later

She was so happy

And I felt the same warmth in her eyes

Despite we didn’t meet for long

I haven’t seen her, ever since

But I feel, I have another mom in her

Some relations are unique

Rising from the bottom of hearth

With more depth than bloodily relations

This is about a lady who loved me like her own son.