Love for Poems
Neeti Tibrewala
Love for Poems
By Neeti Tibrewala
Copyright 2013 Neeti Tibrewala
Preface
Contents
Dearest for all
World's Mother
Fatherhood
Who is a sister?
Strength of smile
The night of my dream
Flood of emotions
Yesterday
One year old
Twice is the fun
The Soul-mate
About Neeti Tibrewala
Grandmother! She is our family’s dearest and most loved member. She is a soul with full of life and a versatile personality. She has always supported and inspired her grandchildren to proceed towards quality life. I have been the closest of her grandchildren. She talks to me to smile but I cannot be with her all the time. These are some lines dedicated to that heart of gold. She has given more than a decade of her life in my upbringing. I always shared her bed and her room till I had my own. The food is tastier when we eat in her room on the floor watching popular television shows and daily soaps. She is my ‘Darling Daadi’.
Dearest for all
She is active since dawn, flowing like a waterfall
Advanced in thoughts; adored by all
Her sojourn to her families spread
Is like stable pearls and a moving thread
My days glorify with the holy angel
Daadi is superb, noble and humble
Her giving nature is bonus for us
Daadi dials English numbers without any fuss
She lives her life in true sense
And carries immense patience
So much in her is unshared
Daadi and I are divinely paired
Just by observing her pain
Brings me in tears
Getting old is something
I just can’t reverse
Lesser I see her
More I miss her
She loves me much more
Than I can ever ponder
Ironical to her age and time
Aware of all that sparks and shine
Eats less when she dines
Talks more if her daughter is on the line
Being like her is impossible
Yet I try very hard
Learning spirit of hers is the best guard
To walk with us hand in hand
And also with generations when they stand.
We all know that parents play a vital role in our lives. Be it the mother who gave us birth, be it our environment that nurtures us like a mother or be it a person who supports our mother and family in our right upbringing. We cannot forget our responsibilities towards each of them. My poem recites their hard work and selfless activities and also that we should at least value them. I can understand my parents much more being a parent myself. Motherhood and fatherhood are not just loving your children but also equally taking care of the family members. When I cannot handle my son’s mischief and when he does not eat properly then I remember my parents’ hard work and patience in bringing me up.
World's Mother
Mother is always world for a child or man,
Mother treats us as a part of her body and soul;
Mother scolds us at times,
Even beat us sometimes,
She does all this to guide us, from the way to foul;
She serves us without expecting to serve her;
She does her duty,
No matter if we don't remember;
She is the wisest and sweetest friend anyone can have;
She is only the one who is brave;
Shouldn’t we respect her love for us that she hides?
We should serve her,
Do all the duties towards her,
At times be her friend too,
As she is world for us.
Once just read what's written in her eyes,
You’ll get the answer,
"My child you are the world for me".
Fatherhood
Papa! Dad! Father!
Are names of you!
You give us shelter
You give us vesture
You are the bread-bringer
You keep us in order
Your presence bring luster
Papa! Dad! Father!
Are names of you!
Your affection is invisible
Yet! It’s contagious
Your fear in us
Keep us from being atrocious
Your arms are wide and spacious
Us all can fit in
Papa! Dad! Father!
Are names of you!
You are our pride
You are always on our side
You are modern enough
No matters to hide
Papa! Dad! Father!
Are names of you!
You played with us
Today, you play with our children
You nurtured us
We follow you like a train
You observe us both in
Happiness and pain
Papa! Dad! Father!
Are names for you!
Who is a sister? I did not write it to explain the world the definition of a sister. I have written it to dedicate it to my little sister who is always there for me. The level of comfort that we share with our sisters and brothers at home is known to everyone. But there are people who don’t have the freedom to share their feelings so they look for true friends around in this materialistic world. I was on top of the world to realize that I did not have to find a true friend and I had a gem with me. I wrote this poem to express my in depth love for my sister. From the poem you can grasp that I am not a professional poet and that is the true essence of my poem to spell her feelings and let the world know that I have a wonderful sister.
Who is a sister?
A sister is the one who makes life easier to live,
Whom you can share our likes and dislikes with,
She is the one who tells us her vast secrets and feelings
And asks us to do the same,
And has the rights to know all our friends' name.
She makes us feel comfortable when we are sad,
She guides us the right way when we are bad;
She is more than any word can tell,
She holds us when we tend to fall.
She comes to know our problems through our eyes,
She is of course naughty but wise,
She is my life's sunrise.
We should always make one full of these qualities to be a sister.
And my Sister you are the most beloved to me
As you care so much for me!
Like every teenager has a dream of someone special. This poem describes one of the dreams where the beauty is night and the cherry on cake is the dream boy.
The Night of My Dream
In the night of my dream there was a moon,
So beautiful that I came out of my room,
The stars twinkling like flowers at night,
As though the galaxy was a garden.
I told that it was beautiful.
I repeated the words again.
Suddenly it began to rain.
There was a man standing on the sand.
I went near him, asked, who is he?
He replied that he was my dream boy,
But I, annoyed, ran back to my room.
He was still standing there.
After a while, I again went near him,
Asked, what was he here for?
He replied he was there to love me.
Slowly, the moonlight brightened his face.
I started staring at him, wet under the rain.
The stars were twinkling more brightly.
 
; The moon was more beautiful.
Smile is definitely etiquette that all of us want to see in everyone around us. But we sometimes forget that the world around us also expect the same from us.
Strength of smile
Smile is the most beautiful gift,
Received by us from Him,
Smile makes the good in us come up,
Moreover, you journey a pilgrim.
We must smile always though,
Thorns of sorrow come across our path,
We must smile always though,
Hardships occur wherever we go.
To enter world's heart within a moment,
With a little hard work and a smile, and
That'll definitely bring smirk on their face,
Because smile has its own style.
When things don’t go according to what we thought of we have a fear erupting in us. The fear kills our strength from inside gradually leaving us empty within. This poem depicts the momentary feeling of loosing someone special in your life forever.
Flood of Emotions
The flood of emotions…
Sometimes making me happy
Sometimes sad
Sometimes angry and
Sometime excited…
The emotions weakening me from inside
Killing me…
Making me feel that I don’t love him any more
The very next moment missing him badly
For only his love under the sun
Hitting me…
To either stay this side or that side
Decisions were being difficult, more difficult and finally most difficult
To spare him his life and spare myself from all the emotions
Fear of losing him became the only reason to loose him
I lost him forever.
But damn! The flood of emotions did not spare me!
Will it ever spare me?
Yesterday is a poem with some negative views that turn to positive thoughts in life. It says, may what come in life we need to move on and console ourselves that tomorrow is brighter than yesterday.
Yesterday
Yesterday when I read those mails
It was like reading a piece of distrust
Making me realize that the decision I made was right
Those words did not seep within me that day
It was yesterday when I read each and every word
The words meant a lot
Lot more than I had ever thought
Best of friends can lie to death of relationships
Requests for making things work out were fake
Fake enough to make the other break into pieces
Thank God!
Life is much easy to live
I can breathe now with no regrets!
‘One year old’ is a poem that I dedicate it to my son. His charm and naughtiness was the sole inspiration behind this poem. ‘Dhairya’ is a sweetheart for both his maternal and paternal families. Since morning his hyper activeness startles the eyes of his grandparents. Dhairya’s aunts and uncles are a huge fan of his playful attitude.
One year old
This menace is my son
Brings me a lot of fun
Always wants to run
Hates to eat even a little bun
I love oiling him
But he loves bathing
And is annoyed
If the taps aren't running
He bites the candies
Swallows rice
Dislikes chapatti
But oats are nice
Only if filled with spice
His actions during rhymes
Makes my eyes shine
If he gives a good take
Then the effort is all mines
This little one has many fans
They keep on visiting
Yet! the uploading of photos and videos are never ending.
Toys bore him
He is amazed by the sounds
Loitering is favorite pastime
Music makes him go round and round
I enjoy listening "shhooooo"
While tying his shoe lace up
And also "mum”
When his tumbler is bottoms up
Splashing water everywhere
Killing winter worries me
Leaking diapers don't bother him
Being naughty is 'Me'!
To sleep, he hides my phone inside him
As though I am a thief
I need to stare at him
The lullabies can take a leave
Some injections kept him healthy
Some drops, able
My son! You will always be in my prayers and
And a prayer too
'Dhairya', I love you
May you arise high like a star
That shines on its own
And also help others shine.
Twice is the fun
They love
To paint and scribble
Here and there
Scolding them? Is not done!
Twice is the fuss and
Twice is the fun
Running behind their moms
Crawling up the stairs
Rolling on the floor
Sliding down the steps
Hopping on the beds
Yet! After banging their heads
Twice is being naughty and
Twice is the fun
Granies take pride
In their mischievous smile.
Uncle and aunts
Love to mimicry with them
They are the new parrots
Picking all that ears can hear
They are the little Einstiens
Inventing ways to dare.
Twice is the learning and
Twice is the fun
Toddlers is the keyword!
Playing mobile games,
Listening to music,
Dancing on fast beats,
Digging the mud,
Copying the seniors, and
Splashing water everywhere
Sweets and chocolates
Are not to share
Twice to toddle around and
Twice is the fun
On my own! On my own!
The new tag line in the home
Drinking water in the glass
Having meal on the plates
Tumblers and feeders
Are no more their mates
They are fed up of milk
Don’t miss a chance to spill
Twice is being stubborn and
Twice is the fun
24/7 Doremon lovers
Oral rhymes are outdated
What’s in fashion?
Is the animated ones
Oh my God!
They are now smarter,
Louder and faster.
Twice is the rush and
Twice is the fun
We all know that giving love to someone very special is a beautiful feeling but to get loved with the same person is the most beautiful feeling. My soul mate loves me so much that words are short for him. Since the day I have known him he has always tried his best to understand me. His company in my life is the most valued feeling. I talk to him and he prefers to listen without much reaction. He knows that just by listening to my thoughts and mindset would reenergize me to face the world once again. His support in upbringing our child has been tough for him earlier but now it’s not just support but a strength that backs me to work harder. He is not much expressive but I can make out that he wants to see happy faces around him so that he is always in good mood. He and his frequent mood swings go hand in hand. My family had chosen him for me and I am glad that they did. No other person would have made my life so momentous than he did. This poem is dedicated to my handsome husband for being mine!
The Soul-mate
Even a single day without you
Makes me feel dull and down
Just your voice and words
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Talking about you with my friends
Makes me proud that you are mine
This is simply not your style
To bring sweets, gifts, cake, and wine
Playing cards with you is super fun
After all day tasks were done
My days of rest were made simple
As though you slept in a rumble
We have had bad days also
My unusual steps were ignored
My anger was turned into smiles
I want to travel with you miles and miles
You take away my sorrows in a second
Can judge me within a beckon
Loving you is like loving me
You are what a soul-mate should be.
About Neeti Tibrewala
Love for Poems
Neeti Sawarthia Tiberewala
Copyright 2010 by Neeti Sawarthia Tiberewala
