Here i stand, with the transmission of my intuition malfunctioning.The signal disruption seems to be unending. The big bang of emotions leaves the background radiation of betrayal evading the senses.
The rising temperature of my thoughts seems to melt the receiver of waves of intuition. The fuming trust erodes the sanity out of me.
As the frequency of my soul keeps switching, the transmissions seem to be a bundle of mysteries waiting to be decoded. A code, waiting to be cracked up...
The day i was born i was crying, but you smiled at me, hugged me close and kissed my cheek, from that time you and i had a special relationship,.. A most precious one..
You would be patient with me when i wouldn't eat, you wouldn't eat unless i have been well fed, those lullabies that you would sing me to sleep, the stories and poems that you taught me.. You introduced me to my religion, myself, my identity. You taught me how to speak, you took my hand and showed me how to walk..
I remember those times when i had jaundice and you would be by my side, awake all night, sponging me with cold water so that my fever would decrease and you would keep praying to God to cure me..
Those times when i would come back from school crying, with bruises on my chin and knees, you cried seeing me in pain.. I still remember the way you would cautiously dab cotton soaked in antiseptic not to make me hurt..
Those times when you woke up with me in exams or helping me with my home work... Mum Thank you is a very small word for everything you have done for me..
Mum you gave my life a meaning, you gave me the self confidence which swells my heart with gratitude.. Mum i am sorry for those terrible times when i disagreed with you or raised my voice against you.. What was i thinking???
Mum you are my world, your lap is my safest sanctuary, I want to be like you. I wish i could be like you when i become a mother. all i can say is mum I love you, you made me what i am today, your blood runs in my veins, you are my identity.. I can never repay you back, no mater what i do...
© Rabea Kamran
The innocence of Thoughts and actions. When we are lost in the stories of Cinderella and Snow White. When the most important thing in life is watching cartoons on time. When mothers knows that we ate ice cream because it's smeared all over near lips. When we have white whiskers after drinking milk.
A time when the only thing that hurts is the bruised knee. When an antiseptic is the worst nightmare of life. When we believe in tooth fairies and keep our broken teeth under our pillow and find money in place of it in the morning.
A time when girls make ponies and boys play with toy cars. When we can lay down on the floor crying for the toy in the middle of the super market. When balloons are the best charm of life. When coloring is the best past time and playing with clay is the sweetest bliss.
The time when we wonder at the shining moon and the twinkling stars and when all the energy is spent in singing poems on the top of voice.
The most beautiful time, with no leg pulling, beck biting, broken hearts, busy work schedules or the burden of responsibilities. When everything shines and gleams and is pure, innocent and sweet.
© Rabea Kamran
