Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts

Friday, December 16, 2011

THE WAIT...

The other day I was standing in my balcony, waiting for the one hour long power cut to end (thanks to TN government for this unkindest cut of all :D) That’s when I heard this little girl cry at the top of her voice…… I craned my neck to see who it was, for in our street there are so many tiny tots.
I saw a girl in the front portico of her house, sitting in the lap of her grandma. The granny was wiping her tears off and was saying “ amma ippo varuva paapa, azhakoodathu nee”. Meaning “mommy will come soon baby, don’t cry”
“Oh this kiddo!” I thought as her sob continued to amplify to a dangerous peak!
The kid has both her parents working who come back home late at  night, and leave early at dawn and she, who is about 3 years old and her younger sis, stay with her grand parents all day. No more a strange story.
This reminded me of an SMS joke that I read recently,which was something  like this
KID: “granny, who is that man and that woman who comes at night?? i saw them yesterday….
GRAN:”Thank god! So you have finally seen them!
They are your parents!!! Both work as software engineers.
Now ,Let’s celebrate this!”

May be it’s a bit lame, but I liked this piece of satire.

A sudden bawl from the kid distracted me from my thoughts
  I thought I t wasn’t fair to get irritated at the noise.   What else do you expect her to do?Dance with glee when she longs for her mommy?
THE naked truth is that kids are the most and worst affected when both their parents are working. The bitter consequence of practicality.
 I know some parents who literally hurl their little kids into some crèches or ask the grandparents to look after them. In newspapers, I have read about parents who forgot to pick their kids up from day care centers, in the hangover of dazzling parties at their work.
 Ask these people how they love their children and they would say.”I call my little one everyday from the office” or “I buy him a BIG cake on the birthday” or “ we buy infinite number of toys,chocolates,colour pencils, everyday only for him”  hmmm….so that is LOVE.
I wonder when and how, each and everything in our lives did become so very formal,So very insincere.
In the run to conquer money, time and what not, people don’t realize that they keep dropping,losing, so many things, the foremost being their kids’ childhoods.
Well one can’t even blame the parents completely for they need to work to make both ends meet, but its hurting to find them becoming materialistic nowadays L

 “ALL I WANNA SAY IS THAT THEY DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT US!!!!” Suddenly, I heard MJ scream from my T.V. (I wondered if it was just coincidence or if M.J was echoing the lament of the kidsJ).The current had come at last.
My wait finally was over but the little girl’s was not .I wondered how many more minutes, or hours she had to wait for her mommy to come back home….
After looking at the little girl, who had dozed off by then on her granny’s shoulders, I went in to my room.


Friday, December 2, 2011

lost?


These responsibilities will tighten around my neck, asphyxiating me….
I would struggle in pain; in vain….
I would helplessly stare at my dreams, when they float like a fragile feather……Out of my reach, soon out of my sight, away, away and away….
This opaqueness, not of the future, but of the now, agonize me…..

Thursday, November 24, 2011

BUT...


“In the night will the silver stars glitter,
In my heart will the butterflies flutter,
In the breeze will I hear your song,
In my dreams will you float along,
In your eyes will my heaven stretch afar,
BUT I wont ever know who you are….”

Friday, September 23, 2011

The cry


Black corpses and shattered fleshes…
Chaos, smoke and wreckage….
Smell of fresh blood lingers in the air
he is there, in that inferno,
running legs nearly stamping him, the wretched tot….
       
His bleeding hands,
Clutching a broken bangle of his lost little sister,
He sits,
Near a handful of ashes and bones-his mother,
He cries and cries all alone,
But this deaf, insane world will never hear

Flowers so bright and vivid
Bloomed in his dreams once….
Now they all wilt in the burning war…
He, now an orphaned, tattered kite,
in this black sky……


The lost love, the blithe childhood,
He will never find again
His little heart will be numb,
His weak eyes will be vengeful soon….


Though far away is he
His cry pierces the silence of this night
Rings badly in my ears,
His cry, a nightmare,
a sharp sword deep into my soul…



Sunday, August 8, 2010

WHY DID THE LONELY TEAR CRY?

She was like the leaf that refused to dance with her pals with the rhythm of the wind
While others admired the beauty of the rose, it was the thorns, which caught her attention.
Nobody knew that.
I like to call her “the lonely tear”
Her journey started like any other one, with a flock…
She wanted to talk with them but nobody bothered to listen.
She wanted to oppose the wrong, but courage betrayed her .
she got irritated.
But her heart said that all was goanna be fine but mind asked her to change the track
Then she stopped, others went away…..nobody noticed that she was missing
Now She was alone and confused. confused because there arose a dilemma
“Was it her heart’s words that all she needs or was it the minds words that she should heed.
In the battle mind won.
she started building her own world, and she got hypnotized by the solitude that her world offered
Days died one by one and soon she got used to the eerie world. Eerie, only to others. As she walked on, she could hear somebody shouting her to come back
However, she pretended to be deaf. Because by then her world amazed her and she wanted to move on!

One day the lonely tear cried……..cried and cried.
It was so odd that she did that
She should not have, for she loved the numbness of loneliness, it was a soothing pain.
She never regretted because she chose what she liked
Then why did the lonely tear cry?
Was she sad that her world only had
a diary, a pen,music,books nature and silence? No that was rich enough.
then why?
It all happened because of expectations…….
when she forgot how to smile, when she was at the threshold of something weird ,her heart dominated her mind, gifted her hopes.
Hopes which at last turned out to be some bloody broken expectations.it hurt her.
She now understands,”expectation” is a poison .
She now wants to get out of the inferno….
But she don’t want to go back, she is only wondering if she could ever get somebody to understand her to share her world
But whom she wants is just another her, another lonely tear. she is sick of pretending now
I understand, with confusions screaming around her, she is trying to talk but unfortunately, her language is silence....
Or is she a coward?