- The first meet over years after they born.
- I seek you my husband!
- Summer time memory
- This is me
- My ribbon 🎀
- My garden of memories
- The weight of forgiveness
- Our genes
- My hardwork
- Take pause.. and look at back
- I keep myself loving him
- A pen is a weapon
- Human life
- Purana dilly – delhi old city
- Leadership qualities
- Love gives life to live
- India and USA
- Mystic eye!
- Me and in me!
- Corporate lawyer
- Romance
- We want in india
- His milky white!
- “Nilavarakundu”
- Stand Still!
- My mother!
My Mother, Like Jasmine
A jasmine, you could call her—
my mother,
who lived her whole life
smiling softly like fragrance in the air.
She walked through pain after pain,
yet never chose to give up.
Even when severe illness came
and weakened her body day by day,
she still fought in silence.
She could no longer stand,
could no longer hold anything,
and for years she lay on the bed—
but she never stopped being my mother.
Even when memory faded with Alzheimer’s,
she never forgot love.
In her soft cries,
she would call for those she missed,
those who could not be beside her
in her final days.
Yet even then,
she remained strong—
wishing only good for everyone.
With fear and deep respect,
I watched her whenever I could.
I bowed to her strength
without even realizing it.
“Mom, I am never alone,”
my heart would say.
“I am with you.
Even when I lost you,
my soul remains beside you.”
Every day I miss her in my thoughts,
especially when troubles surround us
and life feels heavy and cruel.
Even in the darkest nights,
the hope she gave me
keeps me alive to face everything.
She is not just a flower.
She is Goddess Shakti herself—
the one who taught us
to never fear,
to never break,
to always rise.
Jessy Jacob
