Tuesday, October 4, 2016



I read on some blog that the child is a parcel of a mother whom she chooses to bring into the world and watch them playing and wandering around her. There is a lot of truth in this statement and really the heart of mother aches when she doesn't find her part & parcel around her.

The bitter fact of life is that once they grow up, they will leave you to nestle their own nest, starting their life henceforth.

The worst part is for the mothers to wean away and hold back her feelings. It's not an easy task. The soul squeezes with grief and worry for the well-being of their kids.

With the passage of time, love grows profound and she wants her children to be happy and secure but the young minds dare to delve in adventures and the poor soul of mother flutters and wants to stop them. Always, you can't stop them.

If you rewind the incidents, same happened with your mother and at that time you were daring n you shuddered to listen.

Now it's your time, so compare both the moments of life, the past & the present and learn to stop worrying or resisting. Learn to cope up with reality, engross yourself in your hobbies & wean away from them.

The feeling that you are going through can't be explained in words, history repeats itself, it has repeated before, it's repeating and it will repeat in future.

There is a intense conflict within. Mind alerts to drift away from unwary emotions but the soul desires to immerse itself in the ocean of love & affection. In best of all, we need to fight out the battle & come out unscathed.

The conflicts of a Mother summed up in a Poem.

Time is here
To filter out near
Resist yourself to barge in
They have outgrown your lap
Escallop to shoulder
Their own domain
With none to barge in.

Time has ferried
When you don’t need
To worry
Keep grain of thoughts in check
Stop them from billowing
Bridge healthy distance
Sway away from resistance.

Weird blade of figments
Locks me in
Spinning the mind
Thawing the wisps of spirit
How hard I strain
Reflections of ill impressions
Submerge me in.

Swallow your grief
Catch the thoughts fin
It’s time to take shelter
Immerse yourself
In interests of your desire
Balance with harmony
Of your mind.

Let the people wander
Choose their dreams
Living their passion
Grooming in their fashion
They dare to live.

© Ila Varma 04-10-2016

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  1. You have summed up a mother's emotions beautifully.

  2. Emotions covered and presented very nicely. Loved it.

  3. Ah! Parenting is trying to find that balance between holding on and letting go. Well written !

  4. I understand and my mother needs to relax n let go of all the fears :-)

  5. This is wonderful portrayal of certain facts. Every mother experiences this.

  6. Emotionally beautiful and heart touching:)

  7. I get an intense feeling of the mother's heart through your post

  8. This is a great commentary on how it must feel to be a parent (not something I've experienced). Some mothers are over-protective while others find the right balance.

  9. That's a beautiful way to sum up Ila! I'm not a mother but I do see my mother and can relate the way you have described the feelings!


  10. Beautiful lines expressing mother's love!Nice write-up Ila!