My Only Boy

The one who saw me
Bold &  Beautiful
The one who saw me
Young & Brand  New
My only boy…….
The one who showed me
How to Love,How to Care
How to Long for,How to Desire
In ways I never thought possible.
My only boy……..
The one I watched grow
Inch by Inch,Foot by Foot
Moment by Moment, Year by Year
from my Chickly-Pickly to a gen-z bro
My only boy……..
The one who grew,watching me grow too
From bubly chirpy to wreathing
In aches,daily a new
Falls are real,so are pains too
My only boy……..
The one with teary eyes & deep unease
Lessons learnt hard way
Mom is a joy,full of life
But alas!can’t be on legs always so
My only boy…..
Charming and Caring
For ever my first and only
For ever my friend and doctor
For ever my heart
For ever my beat.??
Anju Shalla “Anjlal”

 

Writing Emotions

 

Emotions are the most delicate to handle
In this rapidly changing world.
The journey of life grows hectic as we move forward,
Proving ourselves from birth till death—
Fitting into the rat race of survival.
But have we ever paused to ask:
What, and to whom, are we proving?
Are we merely protecting one emotion with another—
Replacing sadness with forced happiness,
Feeding the ego while losing our real self,
Chasing money and fame in society’s eyes?
This endless race never truly ends.
Yet emotions, fragile as they are,
Remind us of what it means to be human.
They reveal that sometimes,
The world feels miles apart from our hearts.
If sharing is caring, then whom should we share with?
When judgment of emotions comes so naturally to others,
How do we untangle the knot of feelings to find peace?
Perhaps the answer is simple:
Sit and write it all on paper—
Without worrying how others will take it.
Writing heals, uplifts, and inspires.
So follow your passion,
And in your words,
You will find a lifelong friend.
Niha Raina