The wife life

I look at the mirror and see their a crying girl
sad and shattered,she is tired and lying on the floor

I laugh at her,the hundreds of li'l big things to finish,the life to live before I die....

she is dying to talk, and I watch silently
and worst,she is dying to love and to be loved
what a pity!what a pinkish feminine creature!

I look again and see there a sea...
I forgot..I loved to watch the moon when it rains over the sea....

The Mother Life

I often wonder, what is the meaning of this life!( a great philosophical question! a cliche!...still all of us ask this question on a daily basis...)

But this is a quite simple question, or to simplify rather, let me ask "What is the meaning of living a life like this?"

The hundred simple problems every day making it a single gigantic problem...

Its the loneliness, the ultimate desire to talk everything in a way u want to talk , the desire to have your partner/friend/a relative or even you mom listen to you without any prejudice and preconceptions...desire for acceptance with all your imperfections...Its this desire which make life a hell, and unbearable, though you are trying with all your courage and patience and resilience...

Sometimes I wonder how lonely would have been my life without a cute little being who happen to be my son!And then, I get the answer for that question, the meaning of life...is being the mother of a creature who is born out of love, purity and affection and not lust and desire (what an old outdated concept!)