What’s Motherhood Like?

This post is one of Blogadda’s Spicy Saturday Picks!

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I wrote this poem when I was barely more than a child myself and I had my first son …. it does not rhyme ….. but I would not change the words for anything in this world

Sometimes it’s that back pain
Those countless sleepless nights
Sometimes its sore nipples
And stitches in sensitive places

Sometimes its weight gain and dark circles
Of course its poopy diapers, smell of sour milk
It’s a dusty messy home, toys and feeders scattered
Its uncooked dinners, and a sink full of dishes

And then there are tears, sometimes the baby’s
But very often it’s me who is crying
But when I look at him, my heart bursts
I’m sure it will splatter around this messy room

I love him, more than anything, anyone
Sometimes motherhood is sheer joy
Sometimes it’s a milk soaked night shirt
Which I have to change in the middle of the night

If I could be Invisble

This poem was written for the blogadda “Being Invisible” contest

If I could turn invisible

With a flick of the switch

I would stir up trouble

And no one could snitch

I’d slam doors and turn off lights

Open faucets, give folks a fright

I’d tease the dog and scare the fish

If I was invisible, such a lovely wish


Travel the world @ business class,

Wouldn’t need tickets and a passport

I’d eat free buffets, never have to fast

Life then would be a wonderful sport

I’d take toys to orphans,

Give clothes to the poor

The hungry I’d give rations

Sans publicity that I abhor


I’d hug the sleeping motherless children

And tickle them till the woke with a laugh

Spread candy on their beds and then run

Before their giggles woke up the staff

I’d soon tire of being good, oh! what a bore

For excitement my soul would yearn

I’d beat bullies, rob banks or a jeweler store

My identity no lawman could ever discern

Then to take a break from crime

I’d visit an old age commune

Listen to the oldies talk about their time

And with them their songs I’d croon

Oh! If I could turn invisible

With a flick of the switch

In the mall’s parking lot I’d amble

All automobile locks I’d trip

I could stir up excitement

Without even a thought

I’d never have to repent

Since I’d never ever get caught

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Ode to my once slim waist

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Where are you my long lost friend?

My true partner through many bends

My slim fit jeans miss you dearly

So do many of my lovely kurtis

I should not have taken you for granted

Please know that I have since repented

Chocolate, fries, butter broke our marriage

You left me and I expanded, it’s tragic

I am a changed girl now, I swear my friend

Fatty food does not charm, I’ve made amends

Must our love be so shallow and transient?

Please forgive me, let’s once more be friends

Together we made quite an impression on men

Drinks spilled, temperatures rose, all eyes froze when

You and I swayed into a room, we did not have to try

To use wit, work hard for impact, Oh now I could cry

I know I did not treat you with love and care

So you left me for more youthful figures

But they are self absorbed and shallow

Come back my love, I’ve since mellowed

Together we shall flirt, we’ll do it with flair

Dance, exercise and I’ll treat you with care

You are the love of my life, you are my muse

See, I wrote you an ode, so do not refuse

Voting link once more

Fou

For sleep I had some lovely company
I went to bed with the English dictionary
Because I have decided I’ll be Ninja Master
Of Crosswords – Enough now, cut the laughter

I chanced upon a lovely word Fou
It means drunk, it also means foolish, crazy
I think I like to be in the state of Fou
Cooking Fou rhymes that are happy n nutty

I read this out to my children just now
Who grinned and added these words
Boredom means popping a Fosters
Which makes you Fou, happy and smarter

Wearing a saree

Inspired by an ad on TV of guys teleconferencing about wearing a necktie

Six yards of fabric spread on the ground

Six yards of fabric to wrap me around

I pick up one end to see Mom frown

Ahh it has the fall, so it should go down

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I hitch the other end around my waist

And turn myself once in quite a haste

I trip on my high heels, fall on the ground

Six yards of fabric to wrap me around

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This time I manage to hitch one turn

I’ll fold in the pleats, I’ve got to learn

Mom does it daily, so don’t put me down

Six yards of fabric to wrap me around

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I take up a safety-pin to secure the pleats

I jab it into my stomach, it makes me weep

I’d rather wear jeans, sarees I renounce

Six yards of fabric to wrap me around

 

An Ode to Food

 

I am an inspired cook, never going by the book

I am original, and my recipes are never cerebral

I love my meat tender, I can not have it stale

If it were any fresher, It would walk off my plate

:)

My food loves to prance, to jump, to dance

My food bides its time, It waits for the chance

As soon as there is no one in the room

The floor, slab and chairs are its ballroom!

:)

My ladyfingers, so elegant and tender, play the piano

My beans and drumsticks add a beat, and play the banjo

Chicken and steak, covered with butter and flambeaud

Slathered in sauce, they dance a sexy tango

:)

With grace, with taste, they drip from the ceiling

Drip grease on my head, it’s a great feeling

Talented textures cover my feet

Sensations in rhythm, squished in my seat

They drip down my leg, slide down in rows

A flavoured performance of mashed potatoes

:)

I don’t care, Oh its fun, I dare you to stare

It’s a yummy performance, full of fragrance

:D

“Daag Ache Hote Hain” says the detergent advertisement

I only wish that they’d also send me cleaning ladies/ gents

 

Mom’s Revenge !!!!!

Having kids is a costly folly

All the credit I can get

My kids have a shopping hobby

And I get into debt

Ma Ma say most babes without guile

Mine gurgled and said Vi Sa with a smile

They’ve got PhD in shopping

I’ve got bankruptcy in offing

From Xbox to Iphones

And branded clothes and gizmos

They buy the best they can get

My banking is a mess

I dream on and plot my vengeance

God please grant me tons of patience

When they give me grandchildren

I’ll train them to be shopping mavens

They’ll learn to ride escalators

As soon as they can crawl

Every waking moment

I’ll take them to the mall

When they are in their teens

Kings of shopping or Queens

I’ll suggest they be given credit cards

To fulfill all their dreams

My boys will fume my boys will cry

Much to my weary heart’s delight

I’ll train the darlings to cruise every aisle

And charge goodies to Dad’s card with a smile

Taxes

That time of the year has come much too soon

All around are worried frowns, doom and gloom

The taxmen thinks its funny

To take all our money

They rub their hands happily and grin

And say the fun’s about to begin

Tax is the system

Tax on our income

Tax on every one’s property

And each and every utility

Tax on our liquor

Is such a kicker

Tax when we are born

Tax when we are gone

Tax on our pills

Makes us so ill

Tax on our cars

Cant take us far

Tax on our wheat

Tax on our meat

And when we work hard to pay all that

The just laugh and impose on us more tax

With March 31st looming in the horizon, and two kids in college ….. this is all I could come up with :)