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As the little girl with eyes heavy with sleep
Lay down her head in my lap
It was feather light
I told her mom that it felt nice..
She beamed and said it was the best thing in the world “A mother”
She is mother to a little girl
A mother of a little girl
Mother … because of the little girl.
She learns the rhymes with her and recites it too..
Knows her alphabets and numbers too..
But only as far as the little girl can go
Did you know that Hansel & Gretel’s father drove out their step mom out?
From the day she first held her in her arms and glowed with something ethereal
She does a million of small things which might seem mundane ..
The first spoon of cereal to the last glass of milk for the day .. it is a mind boggling game
Rice is eaten without any curry and spoon should also be free of any slurry
“It takes just a little effort” the father had told me once.
Little!!! really as surprises come in small packages so does ..happiness, responsibility and major food habit followers
As the little girl runs to get a hug from one of her favourite uncles..
I wonder how the mother can let go of her so easily, and
Not once but everyday, every time
First day of school and she takes a backseat
First friend and the games exclude her
First crush and ..
But their love which is limitless, timeless, never ending
They share stories, jokes and junk jewelry and in near future
They will fight over clothes and shoes.
As the mother looks on lovingly !!
She is jolted from behind with a spontaneous hugAnd the little girl says “ Happy Birthday Mamma”
She was sinking ..
Having lost more than blood
A part of Her soul !
He, was carrying the – a wave in his arms
Light as sand
Soft as wind
Life and death in the same room ..same space ??
Is it possible?
Is it human?
Is it God’s will ?
She created the wave she thinks defiantly !
While holding on to the umbilical cord of life ready to be severed
He does not know his share of blame .. too great too little ?
When did it come to this?
Not when they were weaving pink and blue dreams..
Not when the little soft things were filling all the spaces in their lives
Not when the fun of the elephant in their hands gave them pleasure after ages of being blindfolded
Not when speaking rounded languages had them in splits.
They were happy..
They were true
They were fulfilling their destiny of blood making blood not spilling it ,
Sinew making sinew stronger and not slashing it..
For more love in this parched world
They were bringing in that clear sparkling laughter like waterfall.
For that wide eyed wonderment in the cynical maze of there and done..
For that sanity which is lost in the deathly hollows of pains
Life was to shine through the mist of loss.
But at the cost of his love he thought
Never !! Never !!! Not even when..
The Wave breaks against the rocks of love ..
The Man takes off the hood and dons the father’s cap
The Wind caresses him
The Sand of time has begun to fall .. few seconds few minutes then few days and years..
But not alone ..not alone
Partners in crime or destiny or duty or need or desire or walking the well trodden path
He doesn’t know he doesn’t care
He prays, He begs, He breaks !!
The piece of His creation, his God in arms squirms to meet her other half
He brings her closer to Her
Though they are still joined, were joined, will ever be joined by the
Sometime strangulating, sometime relieving, sometime hurting, sometime happy ..cord of love.
The Wave breaks again this time stronger
The Wind gushes too ready to push away the icy hands of darkness
Closed fists, small fists clenched only with love..
She breathes ..she breathes.. He breathes
The Sun breaks through the clouds..
The yellow flower turns and stretches lazily in the warmth.
Written on 26th March, 2009.
I wish I could strum up guitar strings and tell you how much we love you,
The tune of time tugs at our heart strings and tells that the its been a journey full of laughter,
Sometimes merry, tinkling like falling water from a spring,
And sometimes it is raucous and riotous when the very ramparts of the edifice of fellowship shook with enjoyment.
I wish I could sketch the joy and mirth of the time we spent together,
Which was filled with so much fun, frolic, faux pas and food !!!!!
To draw a line around our waists is a task which still eludes,
And to catch up with your line of thought which changes in a flash is a task less shrewd.
I wish I could capture the beauty of our friendship which transcends ties of blood,
But which gets inspired everyday by the serially soapy ties of melodrama and saas bahu flood,
The soap opera will hopefully outlive its present channel of F(P)M,
And like always in the hundreds of photographs will get clicked.
I wish I could cook up ways to keep you here,
To have more meals made by hierarchically ordered chefs,
From chief, to head, to choppers and mixers,
And have the fun of too many cooks brewing the best broth !!
I wish I could work on two proposals at the same time,
But I am yet to capture the essence of being doctoral student,
The ones that doctors her advisers well and at the same time nurses her heart,
By giving love potions mixed with black tea.
I wish I could say goodbye!!
(Written it for Richa Di as she was leaving us after completing her FPM)
Written on (rather finished it ..on ) 28th March, 2009.
'Don't look into my eyes' ...she had written
'I don't want to see this world anymore' ..
I read it and could not understand ...
What she meant ...
Was she saying that 'I look into your eyes and see the world ... you are my mirror' ...
I was a mirror once when my clear sparkling conscience reflected whatever it saw..
No exaggeration , no adulation, no pretence ....
Where did I lose it .. down some road of achievement ...
She meant maybe 'I see the world as you see it ... you are my window'
My senses are fogged now ... right or wrong is not the question ...
I cant seem to see things as they numbed by my many layers of pretences ..
As I climbed higher the space was airless, musty and moldy ...
I had shut the window to the world of tree lined streets and gurgle of innocent voices
Or she was crying out to say ... 'I see the world where you see it ... you are
my compass .. due north..'
Due North ... what fun it was discover where I was going, what I was doing ...
Now directions are useless... they mean nothing..
I am going somewhere without going anywhere ...
A life surviving .. without living...
She was saying ...' look at me and tell me what the world is out there like now...
Because what I see in your eyes is the death of what we believed in once'
I see now and hear too .....
I understand no.. I know that it was I who saw the world through her ...
She was my mirror, my window , my compass..
But one day I turned ... lured by the sounds beyond ... and I turned blind...
Darling .. do not shut me out , do not stop looking..
Because your eyes are my world ... I look in them and I see myself ...
I want to see again, listen again...live again...
(Inspired by one of my friends orkut album pics .. title..
the first line of the poem is the title ..
I was quiet intrigued by it and what she meant.. and hence ..this )
Written on 23rd May, 2008.