Saturday, May 25, 2013

To the wind...




When this monsoon
Showers on me
And,
Drenches these dried-out memories
On this trail of Jungle
My eyes cry…
Silently…

Mom,
This wind seldom pampers me
Nor do these butterflies…
This warbler, just, chirped
And said…
Home is where my heart lies…

When this breeze
Brings to me
The fume of rising Sun
And gently ruffles this veil
Over the lake
And caress these petals…
I silently wish…
I was one of them…

I find peace to be next to you,
When I dream of...
What-not-I-possess,
And wake up in reality,
Finding nothing in my world
I am in an utter dismay…

Mom,
You won’t believe what
I underwent through
When you reclined helpless,
In that iron bed,
Entangled in the tubes of hope…
I dreamt of you,
Valiantly breaking the chains…

When your breath
Left your pious body
Mom,
I wanted to be the wind…

When I saw that fire engulfing
Your soft face,
Mom,
I wanted to be the rain!

They said
You are in heaven now,
And,
I felt your presence…

When this rain
Melts this heart,
I am sorry,
Mom
For I can’t control
These tears…

Frozen and stiff!

Mom,
I had heard of deaths
And departures…
But,
This one is 
Too heavy for me!

I had saved
Lots of surprises for you
Mom,
And
You were too clever…
I never realized!

You told not to gain
This sympathy
From the mortals…
And 
I go bold against
This adversity!!

Death made you
Silent,
Mom,
Even on that bed of logs
You looked stunning!

I am scared
Of darkness...
And,
Mom...
I lost this candle... 

But when I behold...
The sky walking along
I know,
You are here
And
To the wind...

I speak!



...To my mom...
Who left this world...



3 comments:

  1. So touching. Your poem take me eight years back when I underwent similar pain, and makes me cry. Its only the physical presence that we miss. Her presence is always felt in the good things happening around us. Is it her, not the god, will always remains the belief.

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  2. So touching. Your poems take me eight years back when I underwent similar pain, and make me cry. Nothing in this world is the match, or the substitute. But, Its only the physical presence that we miss. The magic of her presence is always felt in the good things happening around us. It is her, not the god, always remains the belief.
    Take care
    god bless you and your family.

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