Mamta Wathare | 2 Poems + Visual Art
Grandma
Grandma Moon
You left too soon
And the skies have been falling softly
In little pieces, since
I have watched the stars
For a single twitch
A turn, a murmur of you
And I’ve heard
I’ve heard
Inside my inside ears
I’ve heard you say,
‘I never left’
But my heart, Grandma Moon
Has melted into a cold winter noon
And the skies have turned silent
Winter
Winter seeps into my bones
As if a blossom rose with thorns inside
The sun seems far
It has seemed so for a while
You and I have a long way to go, more than a million miles
We are born of a warm soil
Where hearts often turn cold
Love is nothing, if not bold
It kept us warm in the middle of a rife
The blossom rose has bloomed this winter
That should tell us everything
About love and about life
Mamta Wathare is a writer, poet and visual artist. She is inspired by the subtle dimensions of life. As a poet and storyteller, she engages in the natural flow of creativity where the process allows her to look beyond pain and struggle. Abstract art for her is the space where even poetry cannot reach. She enjoys observing the geometry that forms around and understand deeply how it flows. Her interest is in working with mixed media, charcoal and digital mediums. Mamta is a cross between several spiritual traditions and it reflects in her words and art. Instagram – @sufimysticart | Words published – Jade Plant Project, Allpoetry.com, Huffington Post India, Femina India and others | Art collection titled Tribe available at G Art Gallery
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