"Snow'd Day 1"

"Snow'd Day 1"

I woke from a vague dream
It lacked the vividness
Of it's predecessors
Woke to find my li'l lion
Softly purring in sleep peaceful
Turned and lo
Found the curtain drawn
Last I knew, I had sealed
The tall window veil shut
But now awoke to find the Moon
Reflection of the deathly pale face
On the marble floor, so humble
Moonlight rippling, in shadows
I sat up, then stood,
Walked and glanced out and upwards
The moon seemed to gaze back
Lonely, no stars, nor clouds
Alike me, that deserted hour
Sighing, I walked around
Found my phone blinking green
Held it in my palm, my little window
Into a glorious world,
Where I found a dwelling
I tapped the numbers; unlocked
And then I saw-
My Snowflake had sent word
Three young lines
While I slept, in shallow slumber
Then popped a message
From my dearest Frosty
Knowing I was "there"
It could only be a blessing
On the eve of a to-be bright day
I mumbled, tweeted, elated
Then came a hmm-ing,
My Snowfall agreed
To pen down an emotive poem
For passion in a game
The previous morn
I'd heard the voice of my Snow
The Angel I've known
For more than a decade
Was this a kind blessing, in bliss?
The golden feline cuddled up to me
And I had spoken dear
I needed more rest by the night
For the dawn would bring
A first-day, of another long year
I prayed my thanks
And drifted into an unwonted dream

"Mothers' Day"

All round the year, quite a few people await this day. Me? I don't care. Not really. I found something what I'd written months ago, thought about sharing it here.




So finally, the day has come, where our mom's are on the top of the world.
They should be proud to have such wonderful kids like us. 

So just go to your mom right now, and give her a HUGE HUG! Even if the don't like hugs like me, Just do it, one day out of the 365... we could have it every day, but no. We don't.

I wanted to actually share something with you all...
Just yesterday, I was all alone on the second floor of our home, just went back to my room silently, like I usually do, and I saw something like a rat move across the floor. I just stood there, and peeped in, saw that it was a SQUIRREL! I felt happy, I really did. It was a...teen squirrel, if that makes any sense, and it(dunno he/she) was trying to get on top of my bed, too high so it climbed my bean bag, and tried jumping across, fail. Then went to the other side of the bed, went near my window...and then out. I was still happy :)
I went inside, went near the window, saw that there was another bigger squirrel there, on the pipes. Thought maybe just another rodent...WRONG!

Saw this little baby




It wasn't all master at balancing, wobbling too, I was scared where my little friend would fall O_O
BUT, mamma comes in! :D



Teaching her baby where to climb!





I was touched. I really was, I must admit, I cried :'-)
Moms anywhere, any kind... are the best.
As I type this, I have tears in my eyes...

Simple stuff, people fail to see.
Just be happy for you who have your mom with you, others, they are always looking out for you, don't worry.
And mother doesn't always apply to the one who gave birth to you... many might not understand, no problem. Those who do, you well know what I mean. :)

They love you as you love them.
God, Almighty has them all.
Love them.
And let our guardian angels be the best forever!

Be grateful for them, they are your own.

"The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. "

Gift Box Of Memories.

Locked away all the emotions

Picked up from my playground

I oft laughed with you there

Days ago, maybe weeks, perhaps months

Now I've carefully picked up all the joys

And placed them in my precious box

You made me smile, not seldom

I've had to gift myself that smile one day

So wrapping that up in a gift box too

To be unwrapped on another day

And the dimples will be cratered again

The unspoken promises we had

Locked away in our humble hearts

Now frozen, long forgotten

I'll pick them up too

And gift them to me as memory

I've cared for you

And the prayers I've made

The genuine love in them

Will be the concealing bow

On my most precious gift box

There's more space in it

Maybe I'll wholly find a way to make fit

Even those moments when I thought all was lost

And you held my hand and whispered hope into my soul

It's a gift to a gift from the greatest gift of all

Thank you.

Maybe the box will endure worse weather

Than our hearts ever have

No gloom can shrivel its contents 

Because a gift can never go

It always is, always was, only waiting to be gifted