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Brothers In Love. A Connection To The Heart.
It was love at first sight in the hospital. His little brother was in my arms waiting for his first reaction.
It was plain and clear, that of love. And now at home,
He hovers around his bassinet wary of all the visitors who pay a visit to see what he calls “my baby”.
You’ve have to see that proud look on his face after he rushes home from school eager to see his baby brother.
He puts all of us, the big kids in the house, to shame when he advises us of baby’s milk time, play time and sleepy time.
Turns out he has only one complaint. Baby brother doesn’t play with him or “his” toys. Do I tell him to watch what he wishes for?
~ Penned at 10am on Oct 22nd, 2008
NOTE: This is my first post here and it is a poem about the love between a 4 year old and his new born brother. – Rachana, proud mommy
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
Poetry
Drenched – A Poem by Rachana
What happens when you surrender to the earth’s love and wonder, and two lovers find themselves caught in the eye of a storm? Read along. Rain hits the tin rooflike a thousand loose needles,these passing clouds —messengers of thunder,order us to drop...
Daughters of the Earth: A Poem on Womanhood and Friendship
This poem was originally written in Telugu by my mother, Anuradha Nadella. This is her tribute to womanhood, sisterhood, and the enduring strength built through shared bonds of friendship. I will share the link to this specific poem shortly, but you can explore her...
An Anthology of Poems by Rachana Nadella-Somayajula: Love, Life, and the Human Spirit
Child Bearers of the World - What Remains A mother holds her baby boy close.He had meant a thousand heartbeats.Life inside the womb was longer than on earth.Being still alive is no good than being stillborn. Read the full poem HERE. Still Standing, Still...
Breathless – A Poem Read by Rachana
- Want To Listen To The Article Instead? - Breathless Through Breathless, I capture fleeting moments of desire and intimacy, weaving cosmic and everyday imagery. These micro-poems are tiny jolts of electricity, meant to be felt when words fail and...
The Love Addicts – A Poem by Rachana
Some poems are for dreamy addicts. And this is one such poem about ritualized longing and the addictive comfort of surrender. Hope you like it. i think of you often,a little more than i should —just the vertigo of wantingwhat ties my hands behind me....
Smoke Show – A Poem by Rachana
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Breathless – A Poem by Rachana
Through Breathless, I capture fleeting moments of desire and intimacy, weaving cosmic and everyday imagery. These micro-poems are tiny jolts of electricity, meant to be felt when words fail and emotions can’t betray us. CURBING HUNGER desire tearing...
Inside the Wild Cage – A Poem by Rachana
We spend an insane amount of time being "wild" only in our thoughts. This piece explores what happens when we finally say "ok, fine" to the person holding the key, and trade our inner silence for something much louder. told youi can't get locked...
Kryptonite – A Poem Read by Rachana
https://youtu.be/r1ydUcfoIsU - Want To Listen To The Article Instead? - Kryptonite Kryptonite is an exploration of that high-voltage space between a professional facade and private vulnerability, where an "iron will" dissolves into the blue light...
Love For My Lava – A Poem by Rachana
It’s not a recurring dream —it’s my childhood in technicolor. I’m in Eluru again,first-floor balcony,colored baby chicksstrut past the open street sewer. Over the brick wall,police cadets march —stiff, precise,the way colonizers drilled them,looking ridiculous under...
Anima – Micro Poetry by Rachana
Hi, thank you for reading my micro poems. Anima means soul in Latin. According to Carl Jung, it refers to the unconscious feminine archetype within a man: the inner image of woman that bridges the conscious ego and the deeper psyche, often manifesting as intense...
You Don’t Die Once – A Poem Read by Rachana
https://youtu.be/cAahMdoN9J8 - Want To Listen To The Article Instead? - I’ve written this from the perspective of a mid-lifer, about how we get infinite chances at reinventing ourselves only if we’re looking for those opportunities. My children...
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