Ma

i knew her scent.
too sweet to get unnoticed,
or is it unique,peculiar or distinct.
still my favourite...

she took me in her arms,
giving out her radiations of love,
hugging her newborn,
as if I belonged to her for centuries.

i learn to crawl,
not leaving me for a minute,
she still gave me my freedom,
so that i learn and earn my life.

my first word,
honestly, i don't know.
what i know is that she would never leave me,
first to accept and never to reject.

i grow.
from a tiny tot i become a teenager.
she is my best friend,my only companion,
in my worse and in the best.

i fight,i rebel,i misbehave.
i wan't to be like my dad,
always dominating,powerful,working.
still, she says you are my only love.

now i know,
i can never be like her,
i miss her and cry for her,
now i know, what it is to be like a mother.

I

i am the wind.
i may blow like a soothing breeze to caress the young hearts,
or i may blow like a ferocious storm, enough to tear a mountain into its parts..

i am the ocean,
i may be gentle enough to let the sailors pass,
or i may rise enough to form a tsunami, without caring about anybody 's past..

i am the rain.
i may be tender enough to fall as tears from my God's eyes,
or i may thunder upon and care not whoever drowns and dies..

i am the wind because i am determined,
and i will blow whatever may be the case.
i am the ocean because i am vast,
and i can take in whatever is given to me.
i am the rain because i am persistent,
and i will never stop till my last drop is consumed.

i am a woman.
whose sharpness of her pen is greater than her tongue,
whose vision can startle anybody and whose focus is done.
and who is capable enough to present her thoughts to you,to the world,to the universe...

Flight

the sparrow flew in the air to spread its wings,
magnificently she swerved and dived.
how she loved herself because of her admirers,
least that she knew that her foes were not behind..

from somewhere came our big enemy,
thriving as she thrived.
not a moment lost as he did his work,
the young bird saw his mother as she died..

devoid of food with no shelter,
the little bird could not survive.
how much he loved his mother we don't know,
but his sorrows could not hide..

thus a family ended with no beginning,
a perfect example of how we divide.
life is the big enemy i must say,
and we are the sparrows without the flight..