The laughter I like to hear,
The sound of your voice...forgotten
The warmth of your embrace
The smell of your body
The simple joy of sharing space,
Of being with you.
The tasty food you cooked
A simple word of comfort,
The times we spent together...
Just me and you....
These are just a few of
The million things
I miss about you.
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He came home looking flushed, eyes red, a sign that he had cried. He doesn’t cry, but to have cried, he must have been hurt really bad.
“Ma, Azad hit me on my head with a stone.” His lower lip quivered, tears were gleaming n his eyes threatening to fall, yet, he controlled. His friends were with him. He is a teenager now...all growing up. How I wanted to reach out to him, envelope him in my arms and comfort him! His body language was such that he did not want his friends to see me babying him.
I sat him besides me, checked for any injuries or wound. He had a small bump where the stone had hit him. The swelling reduced after applying an ice-pack. The pain which remained was more emotional than physical.
Later, when I was preparing the dinner, he came to me...”Mamma, it is still paining”...I took him in my arms; hugged and kissed him....this is what he needed and what I needed too. He is just 13...going on 18, oh! The pains of growing up!
I was fine by myself,
Had a home…vast and huge
Limitless and boundless,
Pristine and cool.
I was happy,
Had a wonderful family
Girlfriend and life too.
Had a shoal of friends
We drank, feasted and had fun.
I dipped and dived,
Reached for the light,
Danced and rolled…until
You cast your spell
Selfish and deceitful
Invading my home,
Shattering my peace…
You caught me,
Cut me and canned me.
I toss them around
In my mind
Trying to string them
Into words,
Carving them into
Short sentences,
Welding words to
Make them rhyme,
Chiselling them to
Fit into the pattern,
I chew on them,
Spit the bitter ones out
Mix them with the feel
And finally mould
Them into a poem.
Listen to this music
The melody emanating
From the depths
Of my heart,
So soft and soulful
Sensuously swaying
To your rhythm
Connected to each other
By strings invisible.
The water crashes on my legs
White bubbles clinging to my feet
Going ‘pop’ the next second,
The water force threatens
To pull me away
Into the deep blue sea;
Momentarily I lose balance
Then see it retreating
Gathering force...
Taking away the sand
Leaving a trail,
Proof of its strength.
Rooted to the spot,
Transfixed, I see it attack
Again... like relentless guy pursuing.
I play with it,
Running away as it
Tries to catch me...teasing it,
Splashing and laughing with glee
Like long lost friends
Catching up with each other
I am a kid again.
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The sinking feeling
In my guts,
Accelerated breathing
Galloping heartbeats
Excessive sweat....
It’s the same Sun,
Moon and the Earth.
But, everything seems
So dull and gray...
Mouth dry,
I drink water hungrily;
For every step forward
I go back two.
Day in and day out
This is the way
I approach cooking...with dread!
He was tall, dark (a bit too dark), lean and not-so-handsome,
She was a dream – slim, petite, fair and so very beautiful.
They were husband and wife.
He was a workaholic. He did not have the time to love her or show her his love, nor fulfil her dreams.
She sacrificed her dreams to raise a family without complaints and expectations from him.
They grew old.
She fell ill.
He fed her when she could no longer use her hands…the hands that had toiled for so many years.
He combed her hair, once soft, silky, straight, long and dark…now grey, short and knotty.
He bathed her…the once voluptuous body, now frail with bones jutting out of the fragile skin.
He became her voice, the voice that has sung lullabies to her kids and her grandchildren…now silent.
He held her hand and prayed to God that she be released of her agony as he could not see her suffer.
Today, he has built a shrine for her in his heart where he worships her.
