poetry

As I Pray

Vintage photo

Resolute flames of candle burn on my windowsill

catching your white still fierce memory laughing in the atmosphere,

Tonight, I rebuke the ashes and the time of Thar

to halt, a clock eating another clock somewhere

If I slit tomatoes with you, you shall give me memories and formations.

For you create footsteps and geometry,

Carrying your dainty artistic eyes in the paintings of my body

I replicate you, I replicate your duties, Mother

And I learn the process of Catharsis from your bellybutton

I sew your words to my hairdo, swaying

singing your touch around,

And I pray and pray

like rainbows touching a slice of paradise.

For, I shall always be You.


P.S – To my everything, my Mother.


Β©MVS

58 thoughts on “As I Pray

  1. You know I’m one of your most devoted acolytes. And while i do love all your work, your heart illuminates like no other when you write about your mother. I’m still rereading your SD guest blog about her, as well.

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  2. So beautiful & touching it is & when its about the most beautiful lady of life every word becomes cherishable.
    Lovely work done!!πŸ“πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘Œ

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