Reclining on the cane chair
in the veranda,
The feeble canes collectively hold me in their comforting grasp
Legs propped on the cool black granite pillar
Evening slowly creeps in
An insignificant drizzle working anxiously
to pour into a full blown torrent
Lying on my legs is my little munchkin,
my adorable nephew
murmuring incoherent nothings
singing songs of his making
He in his world,
I in mine.
Three,no-four mosquitoes buzz around us
with their evening performances.
I don't hear my munchkin's prattle anymore
I see him looking at the blue-gray sky.
I too see the same.
Vista so serene
beheld by two gazes.
But perspectives differ
One of childish wonder
Other of calm appreciation
But one thing's for sure
Both drank the beauty
of the twilight sky
together, with no pestering thoughts to disturb us.
A few seconds more...
My munchkin went back to his little games on my lap
Oblivious of his surroundings
Those shared moments forgotten
Though these moments
I have marked in my mind
To reminisce and smile about for later
On days yet to come
Ah! Heart wrenching it is
See these faces!
But helpless am I
It pains me that I cannot relieve their pain
Their faces! So many!
Some with tears rolling down their cheeks
Non-stop...
Some others look forlornly
An escape to materialize
Some lost in this unknown
tears dried
like silver streaks of lightning
pasted on cheeks
Still, there are some
the bold, the brave
They fought valiantly
unloading all their might
Their voices, a battle cry
Fierce and full of demand
They WILL fight till they fall
"Why?" Their faces questioned
"Why subject us to this cruelty?
What is our crime?
Why are we punished like this?"
Little do they know
this is everyone's fate.
Endure this they must
Part of life, a phase
And so starts the first day of school for these Tiny Tots
Nursery, a circus
of life, of tomorrow's blossoming buds
Lament clogged classes
With them, the tots
Torn from their spaces
Thrust into the unknown
A prerogative thrust upon them
New paths of unsure knowledge
Theirs to conquer!!!
Not the best. Wrote this one quickly & that too at the request of my sister. This actually happened. This was what she saw when she accompanied her son for his first day of school. She looked around and saw children at various stages of crying, wailing, thrashing on the ground, and so it goes on. My nephew was not one to hold back. He was one of the valiant ones who 'fought boldly" till the last moment. We send them to school for their own good, I know. This poem is dedicated to him, my adorable 'kuttappi', as I call him.
Elements vying for my company
With fervor, Aeolus clasp my being
An embrace snatched by Terra
Here and there a kiss
Courtesy of a nippy drizzle
O! Midnight! Ever so lovingly you cloak me
With your dusky blue blanket
I ride this verdant carpet
Mine for the taking
Sat on my sturdy steed did I
When a light glow caught my eye
Luna! My sister!
Ride you beside me?
Her answer?
Only a smile
A vision
Mysterious, yet surely artless.
La Luna, sisters we are
We ride together
To paths unknown
No winner, no loser!
You in the skies
And me on land.
Freedom stretches before us
No impairment
No schedule
No, nothing to stop us
Time unravels itself before us
Unseen, unknown
Boundless eternity
At our hand
To race unlimited
No thoughts about the next hour
Just now, just this
Head to head we go
None gaining in speed
Wait! Did I just overtake?
Or was it my imagination?
“Your imagination!” she playfully said.
Enchanting was her presence
Transcendental beauty, so enthralling
Sisters we are
Sisters we always will be
Her aura a surety
Our bond impenetrable
Neither man, nor god can
Break this unity
We ride
She on my side
And I on hers
We ride!
Beyond is our destination
Our resolve, unbreakable!
Not happy, nor Sad
just a plethora of contradictions
swirling, asking acceptance
Longing to flee
these talons of company
This enveloping camaraderie
I try to break free
But no freedom forthcoming
'Let me be
Let me make my mistakes
Let me make my choices'
But no!
Norms there are aplenty
Stick together, flock together!
Loneliness? Ha! A crime!
Staple a smile, talk to the no-names, no-faces
No wish there is to be cocooned
in warmth, in synthetic comfort
Greeted by False smiles ,unwilling pats on the back
Bogus advices I have received in abundance
Smirks when I fall
A break I find in this wave,
this wave of niceties
A break that spells "freedom"
Leak out from the theatrics, the drama
Into the storm will I march
Into the quagmire will I sink
I Run, run into the blazing sun
For who does the sun shine if not me?
I Run, run into the moonlight
For who does the moon glow if not me?
