the parenting ride

parenthood takes you

on a roller-coaster ride

with it you experience

the best of happiness

the worst of fears

the peaks of frustration

the quickest tears

and smiles of pride

 

at times you think

how good life used to be

with just your husband

and friends around you

with some scope for carelessness

fewer responsibilities

a lot of time to waste

and a mind so free

 

but the next moment

you know you were wrong to think that

cuz’ you didn’t have the best of everything

cuz’ the one who brings out

the best in you

wasn’t there

the apple of your eyes

the l’ll brat

 

and you know she’s the one

who’d teach you the meaning

of patience, perseverance,

courage and endurance

and she’s the one

who’d give you the best hugs and kisses

and she’s the one

to whom your best song you’d sing

 

yours patiently

yesterday night, when i was rocking her to sleep, i wondered where all my patience went! she just wouldn’t sleep and i couldn’t retain any patience. she babbled something and i babbled back. i kept rocking her while holding her tight, still wondering why i tend to act crazy! she tried to free herself a couple of times, but i didn’t let her go.

finally, amongst all the rocking, pushing, and wondering, she fell asleep… i don’t know when. i looked at her face that was calmer than anything in this world. i could have sat there looking at her till eternity. at that moment, i cursed myself for being so harsh and immediately got a refill of patience.

after placing her in her crib and bundling her up, i bundled up myself and almost immediately slipped into my dreamland… only to be brought back by a whisper… “maaumeee”, she said again, sitting right behind me, flashing her best smile….

people

people are complicated

i feel that they are never content

even if they have all the happiness

and their loved ones around

in one small corner of their heart

they’d always be wanting more

craving for more

envying someone

cursing someone

thinking of what they don’t have

and what they could have had

and when they hear this

they feel bad

and they think they can’t be like that

and they tell me that i must be like that

to say this and that

and when i say people

i include myself

and i wonder

why?

why are we never content?

what all do we need to achieve the completeness?

why do we live with expectations, obligations, and frustrations?

why the show-offs?

what for?

why are we a mix of emotions?

i wish i could get rid of ego, envy, and expectations!

sweetie plum, sweetie pie

 

sweetie pie, sweetie pie

the apple of mum’s eye

i love it when you chomp chomp chomp

and slurp it, o my my!

 

sweetie plum, sweetie plum

the cherry of daddy’s eye

i love it when you phhbbbttt

and throw it all on mum!

 

sweetie pie, sweetie pie

the strawberry of our eyes

i love it when you gaa gaa woo woo

and sing us a lullaby

 

sunshine days

as i rock my sunshine

and look at her smile

i feel that i’m the luckiest

and she’s the best

that i’m the happiest

and she’s the zest

that i’m the proudest

and she’s the prettiest

and i feel all this as i take some rest

when she clings to my chest

and we bask in the warm sunshine

beginnings

i know what they mean 

when they say 

it’s just the beginning

it’s beginning to deal with

the smell of poop

and our diaper-changing jobs

it’s beginning to deal with

her effortless cries

and our hopeless efforts to make her sleep

it’s beginning to deal with

her strange tummy timing

and our ongoing sleeplessness

it’s beginning to deal with

her everchanging moods

and our fading memories of a routine

it’s beginning to deal with

her untold things

and our everlasting aches

it’s beginning to deal with

her perfect sense of touch

and our overwhelming flow of emotions

it’s not just one beginning

but several beginnings

and there are several more to come

phew!

she, the bliss!

takes a deep breath

clings to my chest

blinks her starry eyes

says i’m the best

holds her chin and thinks

yawns forever and stares

makes a face when we talk

frowns, and smiles, the rares

poops when we least expect

goes red when we laugh at it

throws her arms in air

eats every piece and bit

loves her mommy’s voice

loves her daddy’s lap

hates to wear the mittens

detests the stupid caps

adore her coos and bahs

our sweet potato she is

she’s the life of our lives

her presence is sheer bliss