Nadirs And The Zenith

Before I was myself, you made me , me

You taught me to take my first steps

You listened patiently to my chatter as a kid

And u understood my silence too

You gave me hug when I needed one

You gave me the strength to face the failures

And u taught me to smile in pain

You always shielded me from the troubles

You worked incessantly to fulfill my wishes

Without your love, I would have never succeeded

You loved me till I learned to love.

So it was through love you made me.

I’m sorry for the times I caused you pain

But love for you will always remain

How much I love u I can’t say

It’s more than the words can contain

Thank you for loving me mom

You mad me, me

Or else I would have been

Unborn and unknown, unloved and alone.

Wish you a very Happy Birthday mom

I wish you all the pleasures of the life

I wish you many years of laughter

Most of all, I hope you will always be

As happy as you have made me.

-written by: Anonymous, Editedby : Me

March 21st is the International poetry day.
I'm not a great poet( I guess with hardly 4 poems to my credit,I don't even deserve to call myself a poet), but I do love to read poetry. My favorites being Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and how can i forget Harivansh Rai Bachchan....

Back on memory lanes...I had always wanted to to become a poet...(one of my many childhood fantasies).
As a kid I used to love scribbling random things in my notebook. I used to read the poems in my textbook and would want to write one myself. There was one particular poem about the first rainy day, which I liked a lot. I used to imagine that situation wherein the poet must have penned it down. So that monsoon, even I decided to write a poem on rains. i took a pen and sat by the window watching the rain. I observed every little thing- the tiny rivulet the noise of the falling water, the battering of window panes, the little puppies running hitherto to find shelter and with the melange of all this gave birth to my first poem. What a proud feeling that was ! I compared myself to that poet and dreamed of publishing a collection of poems.... Time passed, academic pressure increased and it that dream of mine faded away.
Anyways, I would like to share one of my favorite poems here :

A moving tribute to Pilots all over....