"Time Machine"

The very first glance of mine made me nauseate
squinted at the clamping of the umbilical noose
my delivery - an abortive tussle to stay in the oasis
nobody cared, sobbing perceived otherwise

During the final hours I sat beside the creator
to acknowledge the last breath passing through the bod
at the bank of Ganges, the funeral was smelling like a barbecue
and I witnessed the spirit moving through the hazy smoke.

Mom, I adore you more than anything else and in parallel, I am scared of you like a kid. It's only your love that I accept with open arms, otherwise It simply makes me sick and uncomfortable. Right from the prenatal stage to the next couple of months, almost all of your do's and don't's regarded me. How could I forget that when I shout at you for a little extra tinge of salt. So mean of me. A couple of times, I tried to figure it out, how much I owe you? But easily, I could not. It would be a drop in the ocean to reciprocate your love, affection and myriads of sacrifices.