No Regrets….#poetry. Published at Gobblers/ Masticadores.

Posted on by Jane Aguiar

I’m happy to announce that my poem is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.

I thank Mr.J re Crivello, Director and founder of Gobblers/Masticadores and his team.

Here is my poem.

No Regrets…..#poetry

You hurt my heart,
and denied my love.
We were together for three years,
yet the relationship broke down
in an instant.

You were bored…..

I would be honored if you VISIT HERE and
read the rest of my poem.

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Feels Like A Peepal Leaf…#poetry

Posted on by Jane Aguiar

To be in love
feels so sweet.
Giving love to each other
feels like a Peepal leaf.

Consciousness is destroyed,
intellect doesn’t work.
Feels great
though unable to focus
on anything.

There is no fear in love
and no deception.
Love brings you up
and never gives up.

When you’re not with me,
I feel the same
that you feel in my absence.
I’m drawn to you
as I get your loving support
and affection.

spoken to you before,
told everything about me
even then you have read
all the secrets
of my mind
through your eyes.

Acceptance unfolds,
heart races increases,
and the mind is motivated
to see you
again and again.

But, how can there be love without meeting you?
Who knows what will happen after meeting you?

Pic credit: Noor Harith

©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit: Freepic

⭐ According to Indian culture, the Peepal tree and its leaves are considered sacred.

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Motherhood #poetry #haiku

Posted on by Jane Aguiar

The lessons of motherhood
were never learned
before becoming a mother.
After becoming a mother,
I suddenly realised
the pattern of motherhood.

I understood
when she was crying
with hunger
and when she was crying
with stomach ache.

As a child she realized
that the person
who feeds her is hers
and every time she cries
the same person comes
and feeds her
giving love and affection.

Now, as she grows older,
she learns to control her emotions.
She hides her tensions.
Now, it’s my turn.
I have to change the relation.
I have to be her friend,
so that her life would be open to me
as a book and so I think,
“I have untapped abilities, waiting to be discovered.”

Musky scented white
spring’s lily of the valley
blessed motherhood

©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit:Longfield Gardens

Written in response to:

Reena’s xploration Challenge

Tankatuesday-weekly -poetry-challenge

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Kalpavriksha…#poetry

Posted on by Jane Aguiar
(Mango tree and corner of my 🏠)

Beautiful name,
Malcorado (Mankurad)
Worldwide fame
and high demand.

Sparrows build nests,
snakes release their skins on branches.
Every day in the shade I rest,
attend webinars, workshops
and online classes.

Branches sway on the house,
to provide a shady roof,
children follow the signs
by hiding the treasure at the base.

For the ceremony,
a pylon of your leaves
is hung on the door.

For weddings,
a coconut is placed on a small kalash
and decorated with your leaves.
Exchanged and followed as tradition.

We get Juicy fruits,
purplish pink wild orchid flowers,
furniture, showpiece and firewood.
from you.

You are useful from root to leaf,
Is this the reason, you are called Kalpavriksha for ages?

(Coconut store room and Mangoes)

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to: https://wordeologist.wordpress.com/2022/04/16/the-saturday-symphony-27-april-edition-tree-bliss/

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If you want to meet me.. #poetry.. Published at Gobblers/ Masticadores

Posted on by Jane Aguiar

I’m happy to announce that another poem of mine is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.

I thank Mr.J re Crivello, Director and founder of Gobblers/Masticadores and his team.

Here is my poetry.

If you want to meet me…..

If you want to meet me,
then come under the neem tree
on a moonlit night,
the moon will be the witness
of our love
and the stars
will be the guests.

If you want to meet me……

I would be honored if you Visit here and
read the rest of my poem.

Thank you for reading.

Stay Blessed 💞

Close To You …#poetry

Posted on by Jane Aguiar

When you are not around,
I talk to you.
Looking at you in the mirror
of imagination,
I smile at you.

Communicating with you
without words,
I get lost in you,
so sometimes
words fall short.

Dusk reminds me of you
and the surreal image of yours
comes in front of me
and I think
I am very close to you

©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit: Pinterest

Written in response to: Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

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