Poem54.For You Myself

For You, Myself

Brimming with joy

on finding myself

the carefree bold

happy dear me.

was always lamenting

without reason

what was wrong

why not happy.

having everything

family comforts

amenities surrounded

but  never satisfied.

thought it was other's fault

blamed always the dear God

for putting me in unhappiness

leaving  to, suffer inside.

Never ever doubted

the problem was with me

was trying to be someone

wife ,mother..... ideal.

To be someone ,to be ideal

good to hear but not practical.

Be yourself ,your true self

then all is well,for you myself.

Entering to Jingle's Poetry Potluck

Poem53.Return Gift

Return Gift

Squeezing out  little by little 

each day myself ,like lemon

why don't you do it at once

why you give pain to me?

know that it's not possible

but then at times

wish it to be at once...

Days are moving by

oh! life, you are taking my juice

fear do I ?

The body when the juices out

just like the lemon shell

no use,can't keep.

so burn it away...

But then I am happy

I have atleast juice

to offer,the world

from where I get my food

my comforts,everything

So let this be the return gift

from me to the dear world...

Written  for the Poet United's Thursday Think Tank  .
Entered for Mag 55 of Magpie tales .

Poem52.A Puzzle

  A Puzzle

What,you expect from life?
the question reverberate
tried to avoid it safe
but no ,can't escape .

the basic necessities
or the comforts
is it peace of mind
or the love you want.

confusion rises high
can't decide what
everything seem necessary
as a mixture it seems

each of these are like
pieces of a puzzle
place it in exact
the picture, then complete .

Will the life be worthwhile
if some of them you don't have
Success life is a combination
of comforts,peace and love.

Written for  Magpietales where picture is given as prompt.

Poem51.Out Of Necessity?

Out  Of Necessity?

Whom I love most - wonder..

have wondered all my life..

 

In childhood innocence -thought

that mother, i love most...

 

Then when married -realized

no, husband-I love most.

Then came children mine

the preference changed fine.

But now when look back

doubts , me or  mean?

Each of us do love

or think that do love fly

just  for our own sake,

love, out of necessity?

Entering for the Jingle's Poetry potluck .

Poem 50.To Me - Love Is

 This is my 50th poem......Thank you all for reading and supporting me...

To Me - Love Is

To me ,

 Love is a dear feeling
          recieving and accepting,

                                      with no conditions,

                                      no expectations,

      where you think about the other

                                       without your knowledge

                                       without your permission.

    where you go fly away, so high         

                                       above all the worldly worries.

                                       above the clouds ,above all..

    where you are happy not to be alone

                                       the comradeship, the understanding,

                                        the feeling of security , belonging.

But sad, never stumbled upon ,

or  heard of  true love one .

What we think as love is attraction

when it goes down,then comes frustration.

Frustration ask too much questions

 then  start real adjustments.

In love you have all the answers
so feel happy , blessed dears.

Blessed are those who live to love

who then sure will love to live........