The Unfortunate Outcast

​A month passed by, eyes still fixated on the door

She waited for her boy to return like before

She didn’t cry over his corpse, didn’t mourn his death

Just waited, every second, each heartbeat, each breath

The boy she’d made, womb to bosom to mind

The truth of his life, naturally difficult she’d find

The only reason she lived, since the day he was born

Forsake everything for him, she would, she’d sworn

That purpose of life dead, unsure what to do

Wait for a miracle, impossible though she knew

Too afraid to end it , she decided to wait life out

Hoping he’d come, smiling, turn her life about

She wrote out the memory of that horrid day alright

Easier to think he’s alive ,but far, life still bright

Looking at that door in the hope that he’d return

For all the love she gave him, he wouldn’t let her burn

The door did open, but the faces weren’t known

They took her, they said, where she needn’t be alone

Left her in a dark room, one door, one room mate

Waiting was all left for her, she didn’t care for her fate

She looked at this door now, waiting to see him back

They called her crazy, laughed, “Brains, she does lack”

The mother whose revival could only be sought through her love

They “treated” her, to no avail, “mental”, in her face they’d shove

In that dark room, a loving mother, a social outcast

Awaits her son’s return, just to breathe her last

Is an asylum the place for love, so massive? 

Does healthy mean stone hearted, distant, passive? 

For all that she’s worth, mentally ill they wrote away

Who are we to judge? Her life, and she has no say…..

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Ballet Behind The Scenes

​Look into the sky, and a performance you’ll see

The stars, hungry for limelight, refuse to leave

The sun lurks backstage, eagerly awaiting its turn

The backdrop lightens, black to violet and hues of blue

The moon , ever so calm, in no hurry to leave

A shrill cold air gives the perfect acoustics

The cloud curtain hides the stage, change of scenes

Orange the new colour, Sun the new star

The moon, yet so calm, has decided to stay longer

Chirping little birds giving music to the ears

Leaves dance to their tunes, dew drops fill the air

Musk is the fragrance, exhilaration the emotion

Orange becomes yellow, moon finally departs

The performance above makes way for the performances below

Warmth of the sun, cool of the air

The celestial theatrical , in all its splendid beauty.

To The Light At The End

​I opened my eyes to a dark expanse,

As if that dream never ended after all

It felt familiar, this place that was

Familiar ground, familiar air

I walked towards I didn’t know where

Slipping at times, losing balance too

Pitch dark around me, yet somehow

Deep inside I knew, where I was headed

It got too cold and froze my steps

For what seemed like an hour,I couldn’t stir

Helpless,I stood right there, shivering

Headed towards nowhere yet, desperate to move

Finally I could and I ran forward, fast

It got really hot, scorched me down throughout

I ran to escape it, it tired me out

Drained me of my will, incapacitated me

Right then it got pleasant again,I ran faster

Familiarity rose to its peak, and I came to a halt

Pitch dark became shadows, shadows became people

People I knew, people I loved

At the summit of it all stood my mother

Glistening eyes, and a perfect smile

Dark, was it? She asked knowingly

Didn’t wait for an answer, added right in

The road to your goal is never well lit after all.

New Year resolutions #1

​I’m not a believer in New Year resolutions ; after all, the New Year is nothing but just a continuation of yesterday, a precursor to tomorrow. However, I’ve only recently come to realise the importance of seeing every undertaking through, no matter how trivial, rather than abandoning it midway, which brings me to a resolution that could be called my New Year resolution (of sorts). The resolution to award myself some personal satisfaction by writing at regular intervals, for at least a year. And the first , most intriguing thing that comes to mind is, satirical human relations.

My dad is a fitness freak and always made it a point to drag me to this park close to home for walks every morning, while I’d put up sincere, whole hearted fights to wriggle my way out of it. I’ve finally come to accept the walks as part of life and don’t even try arguing. So during one of my walks last week, I saw a girl, about the same age as me, walk in the opposite direction. She looked at me and had an amused expression, as if trying hard to concentrate on recalling something. I found her face strikingly familiar but couldn’t recognize her. Perhaps the expression on my face at that very moment was the same as hers. The scene lasted hardly ten seconds and then I forgot about her. Perhaps she also did. Next day, she crossed my path again and yet again I made an abbreviated attempt to recall who she was, and yet again for the next two days when the same thing happened, but to no avail. On the fourth day, it happened yet again, but this time another friend of hers yelled out her name and the name unclogged that pipeline of memories in my brain. She was my classmate of seven years, or more, who had moved from the city and left school in eighth grade or so. I couldn’t believe she was the person I used to talk to on an almost daily basis for so many years, and now, we could barely recognise each other. It brought back memories of a entirely different incident.

I used to travel to my junior college by train. A thirty five minute journey that became a wonderful routine, the time I spent talking to absolute strangers. Nothing ever was personal talk, and yet, the topics we had at our disposal always seemed infinite. One of the best people I made friends with here, was a female railway official. She was visually challenged but that never stopped her. She was more normal than I think most of us are. She recognised my voice and I had come to recognise hers, seeing how she was a wonderful singer. Singing, laughing and talking was our thing, age was no barrier. This was one bond I’d have loved to never let go, but I knew it was short lived. However, four years later, when I was headed to my junior college for a reunion, by that exact same train, same time but different coach, I could still hear that most familiar hum from the other side of the partition. It didn’t take me a second to recognise her and I immediately switched coaches at the next station to go to her. She recognised me even before I reminded her, thanks to my loud cackling which she still remembered. We ended up getting down at the station and talking for an entire hour before going our separate ways. It made me realise, this bond had lasted after all.
Which brings me to what intrigues me; how do we decide who stays in our memories and who doesn’t? I could easily recall someone who strolled through my life for a brief period while I could hardly remember someone I shared a few years of life with.   Does the mind really have it’s way or is it the importance of that person in your life that decides? Life sometimes throws at you questions that are difficult to answer, perhaps, impossible. Intriguing, to say the least…