Stories Untold

 (A page from my childhood diary.. Wrote these when I was 13..)

 

Stories untold

come out of the heart

and themselves unfold.

Some new, some old

Some coward, some bold. 

some silver, some gold;

the stories untold.

The stories are many,

when heard, wont cost a penny.

The listener's arent many, thats why,

they are the stories untold.

Untold stories, that

dont bring glories,

but still lessen

the burden of heart.

When heard by someone,

who understands them,

they hit the dart.

They are stories untold

unsung and old

waiting to unfold,

the stories untold.

-Esha W

Mother's Day

 Two different people we may be,

But truth is, I am part of thee

I might never explicitly say

when on your lap, I lay,

just read my eyes and take the clue..

I love you maa, i love you..

-Mother's day

Esha W.

An Ode to my mother

 What shall I gift thou

O mother mine

All things possessed by me 

art thine, O dear divine..

Like umbrella in the rain,

thou soothed my pain;

Nutured me in thy cocoon,

my life to me is thy boon..

What shall I gift thou..

Thou held my hand

on my feet, made me stand

Showed me the light of the day..

Thou pumped my enthusiasm,

undamped my dampened spirits.

Tell me, my guardian angel,

how can I thy pay??

Thou stood by me 

during trials & tribulations

helped me out of out of

the dillematic situations

Thou art O mother mine,

a gist of Lord's best creation..

What shall I gift thou?

Daughter, sister, wife, homemaker

are some of various roles for thou unfurled.

But me thinks the hand that rocks the cradle,

Rules the whole wide world!

What shall I gift thou?

-Esha Wali