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Mother, writer and daydreamer. Also chocoholic and chick-flick lover. But mainly mommy. To two boys, at that! When not escorting my Elder One (EO) to karate class, I'm trying to get in as many cuddles as possible from my Younger One (YO). And when not doing either, I'm hard-at-work trying to maintain a steady relationship with my laptop. And as for the Man I Married (MIM), well, let’s just put it this way – even though we share a bedroom, our most meaningful conversations are held over the cell-phone!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

The Rock of All Things

I hang your name
about my neck
and it dangles
between my breasts.
Sometimes a pendant;
beautiful
light,
inobtrusive
yet reassuring me that
it's there.
Sometimes a boulder;
burdening me
with the very idea of
your existence.

Rock,
boulder,
diamond
or coloured glass,
it changes face
with the varying moods
of my love
and indifference
and reminds me
of your place
in my Book.

8 comments:

Monika,Ansh said...

nice as always :)

Mama - Mia said...

wow! thats quite an ode to humble mangalsutra! :)

which remind me, i need to get mine repaired! Cubby broke it ages ago!

gorgeous, namesake!

cheers!

abha

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

@Monika: Thank you, as always!

@Namesake: Wow! I wasn't even thinking of a mangalsutra when I wrote this (we Bongs don't wear them, you see). It was jus a stray thought that popped into my head as I was holding my pendant and reading something.

Mama - Mia said...

see! i always knew i had no nose for poetry!! i should have said something generic!! :p

cheers!

abha

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

@namesake: Listen girl, I simply LOVED your interpretation of it! I didn't see it that way, but now I do! Poetry is a personal experience, just like art...it's your interpretation that matters. There's no real right or wrong, it's all subjective.

dipali said...

Very honest!

wordjunkie said...

Loved it!

eve's lungs said...

Hey nice !