How to love a Woman?

Mother,

you never taught me

how to love a woman.

and so

I never loved

the woman in me.

from early on

you taught me

to be prim and proper

to wait for the knight in the shining armour

you told me,

my journey to a man's heart

was always through his stomach.

you trained me,

a table spoon of salt

stays a table spoon of salt.

so, i never knew

what journey should i be taking

to reach a woman's heart.

now,

unprepared; untrained

when each morning

i wake up to find the woman

lying next to me,

unresponsive; lifeless

i do not know how to wake her up. 

so, we find ourselves in a hospital

battered and bruised. 

sometimes it is our body.

sometimes it is our soul.

But mother,

how do I fix? 

a broken wing,

a broken heart of a woman

because, 

you never taught me

how to love a woman

so, I never knew

how to love a woman in me. 

[PC:  'Why you aren't you' by Queen Enigma : http://spellboundmisfits.deviantart.com/art/why-you-aren-t-you-259616112?q=sort%3Atime+gallery%3ASpellboundMisfits&qo=313]

CHAIR.

[Pic: Kim Na Youn, South Korea]

Please.

Come.

Sit with me.

I have warmth of a Winter,

And chill of a Summer.

They were left behind,

By some.

When arrows became confusing

When green or red

were disturbing;

They sat with me.

Some were warm

Some were cold

Some left as Autumn passed

Some stayed till Spring had.

But,

They sat with me.

For a while.

Waiting.

Till it was time.

You too,

Please.

Come sit with me.

We can wait, 

together.

Whether for a Spring

Or it's for a Winter.

[Note: While 2016 has been a year of horror in many sense; it had some beautiful moments too. One of those rare moments for me was being introduced to NY Kim's photography. Her pictures made me write poems. So, this poem, CHAIR is based on her picture posted herewith. Check out NY's pictures at https://www.instagram.com/heasongsong/. You will get treat from her once in a month or so.]