Where are you?

Mother,

When I cried first time, you were there.

Now my silence is becoming deafening,

Where're you?

When I laughed first time, you were there.

Now my eyes are tired being moistened,

Where're you?

When I Walked first time, you were there.

Now my each step pushes me into duskiness,

Where're you?

When I wrote the first letter, you were there.

Now I can't depict how much I miss you,

Where're you?

When first I needed a hug, you were there.

Now my soul is jeering for that comfort,

Where're you?

More of you and less of me

 More of pillow-fights and less of fisticuffs;

More of shopping-bags and less of worry-guts.

More of storybeat and less of stanza;

More of beauty and less of makeup-extravaganza.

More of fragrance and less of tearstain;

More of rainbow and less of darkon.

More of truth and less of sorroweth;

More of smile and less of regret.

More of feelings and less of words;

More of journey and less of roads.

More of we-two and less of no-see;

More of you and less of me.