Sunday, April 11, 2010

Vicarious



vicarious thoughts mine
wandered everywhere ..
searching for a soul
which feels my pain
even more than me..

a soul which wishes
for lots of happiness
each & every moment
as life passes me by..

a soul which wishes
for lots of courage
as i face this world
wherever i shall go..

wat a fool i was such
to roam such a lot
when u were right
in front of me always

my dearest mom :) :)



9 comments:

Creativity!! said...

Woww :) :) Beautiful Lines Dear :) :) Excellent Write Up :) :)

gautami tripathy said...

Touched!

ode to insomnia

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Amity said...

So very true my dear...

We will be wandering here and there but in the end, we will always find our mothers were right, after all!

Loch Rob said...

What a touching tribute to your mom. Well done.

adreamygal said...

Wow..that was really touchy ! It so very true that often we search for the someone special , and fail to look people nearby us, our own family !! Beautiful poem :)

Mojo said...

It's said that by the time a man realizes his father was usually right, he has a son that thinks he's always wrong. Apparently Mothers and daughters have the same arrangement.

Nicely done!

Tumblewords: said...

Touching tribute to your mom!

李惠玲 said...

Necessity is the mother of invention.......................................................

Snow White said...

hi friends,
thanks a lot for all of u for stopping by and commenting :) :)