Wednesday, November 21, 2012

My arms, they have morphed...

(Image courtesy: Painting by Jak Savage)

My arms, they have morphed
Limbs, as if another's 
for, even when I play lover,
these arms remain a mother's 
Distant memories of passion remain,
Light scars on my skin
My hands have forgotten
to seek and to sin
Now they move nimbly 
in hushed tenderness
Careful to not hurt
They soothe, they caress
Hungry no more
My arms have learnt to give
to lift minor mountains
and for another, live
Last night, when you broke
My lips refused to kiss
But my heart cradled yours
till you were lulled to sleep
In my mind's eye, 
My arms held you tight
and sang you lullabies 
about hope and fairy lights
My arms, they said to you,
Be afraid not of this fall,
I will love you and hold you,
I will be your all.


Reema Prasanna said...

You are weaving magic unknown to this human realm. You are.

Urmi Chanda Vaz said...

I have only you to thank to help my ink flow again. <3

iBeingMe said...

Beautiful poem and the emotion it carries. Brilliant.

Nimue said...

So much close to the post I wrote mothers recently :)

Loved the beauty and compassion here ..

Urmi Chanda Vaz said...

@iBeingMe: Thank you, Yogesh. It has been a long time coming.

@Nimue: I shall check your poem out right now. :) Thanks a ton!

Swarnali said...

Beautiful poem...I loved the last two lines the most :)

Reena said...

Crying! This needs to be in a book that can be gifted to other mothers.

Reema Prasanna said...


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Anonymous said...

well well well...

this was awesome and pretty....

You know the love beneath you has been said..

I hope i will be cherished to read again as a part of you..


Leo said...

Wow. This is so beautiful, and magical. A mother's poem for sure. Can't add much more to the wonderful praise it has got already from others before :)