I am a housewife from India, mother of two boys, aged 12 and 11.
I have a master’s degree in English literature.
Till my boys were born I worked in various sectors of BPOs as motor claims and health insurance handler and was also content writer for simulation management entrance examination papers in the field of deductive logic and reasoning in English.
I have also worked for a short term in the hospitality industry as a receptionist at a five-star hotel, while awaiting results of my English honours examination.
I love life, like tumbling headfirst into it, and then doing a double take to step back and observe it.
I have written over a thousand poems on genres including, Love, Spirituality, Family, Religion, Current affairs, Human Rights, short stories, humorous pieces, essays as well as funny poems and tales for my children.
I love collecting rocks on my day trips to hills, photographing nature and natural moods. Indulge in taking selfies and decorating them with punk art.
Teaching my children how to tell jokes with a dead pan face for maximum impact.
I humbly submit this poem as, to the best of my understanding, a simple lyric may cause a moment of joy and serenity.
Lily of the Valley
My lily of the valley So tenderly does droop Prettily she conquers As gently she stoops I captured invisible fairies Under her bell-shaped caps Snowy white and Rosy hued As their slender wands they tap Tap! Tap! against the green veins, Of lustrous dewy leaves, The droplets are a flying From invisible cupid lips. As they trill with laughter And from lily vines entwine A throne, a crown a basket Of verdure so divine. Oh! my lily of the valley, So delicately fragile Hanging heads, dear Christmas bells I shall kiss you with a smile. Keep on your caps My bashful belles, So timorous you sway! I shan't tie you in a posy, Nor shall take you away. But leave god's adornments Where they suit best Nature’s damsels in Nature’s nest.
Make Me A Tree Lord
Make me a tree lord If you will, I like it, Standing tall and gracious, Against winds so chill. I like catching the moon In my network of leaves, You will hear lord, Oh! the prayers, I will whisper In sheaves. My Lord I hated the bark And the skin of this life The crabbed look of faces That forget delight. Dull brown, let me be, Scabby and scarred, So that I hold up, The greenest of leaves, Up to the farthest of stars. I want to slowly shake my boughs, In the booty of your breeze, And watch love goddess Moon shimmy and Sinuously tease. Light up my silhouette In silver soul spells, Perhaps my avatar Will redeem, this human's hell? Give me branches lord, Give me more buds that shall flower, Let love build an arbour With fruit of my labour, If only an hour. I survey my home so bright and so white. The beautiful park Shines silver solute, In solvent moonlight. The benches invite There's no one to sit, The laughter of children echo Like lost lands of myth. And you seem to me verily, A dream from afar. Perhaps your avatar Has chosen, To become my star?