This Day Belongs To.

This day belongs to you,

Thoughts coloured well with your memories, 

You soar as you can on wings of the supreme, 

For you no worries on thr political front, 

No worries of price rise and shortage of money, 
No more wars and failed peace, 

We will falter but you will not.

Help me dear son , to get up ,

And Clear this day.

Affly,

Jayamala.

This Day For Me .

This day for me was pleasant. Mostly because I was just wondering about this world in which we live.  Also I had some company.  While walking we were three women talking of this life. All of us have endured loss in some form. So though the walking with strong wind against our saros and our hair all awry it was nice and companioble ,

May I ?

May I bow to you My Lord,
.It is me your lost servsnt
I can't be seen as I am but very lowly,
But I do dare you to come down
And be seen with me .
Jayamala.

A Thought About You.

A Thought About You. 
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It rains now and I do see it,

But I see further? 

A lonely look Out I had,

Elsewhere on a come bsck ,

In our home sfter losing you.

Another evening in Another home

I watched yhis rain across a window

Here I am again watching the rsin,

I know you are gone

Perhaps there are rains now. 

Remember this mother my son , 

Watching with you..

Jayamala.

My Day Today.

After a long time I am back here writing again

.I am thinking of Rajesh.I miss my son .I am in a very pretty flat and wish he was here to own it and enjoy it .But out wishes are like writings on watet as it cannot be . That is the mystery of death . We will never know what happens.
Let it be . My don must be knowing that his mother misses him .

Affly,
Jayamala.

Let Me Be

Let Me Be. 
...
Just for today let me be,

Let the storms rage, 

Let the lightening strike, 

Let the earth unburden herself? 

In all its rage let me sigh ,

In grief and with my earthly burden? 

Let me be solemm and haughty, 

Perhaps fearful  and fragile at the moment. 

Jayamala.