Another mother’s day went by. Blogs, media, shops and so on has truly celebrated the day. Yet another deceitful lollipop to grab the customers.. There ends its seems ..
Reading all the columns and watching all the shows dedicated to ‘moms’ I stepped out to see an old woman may be in her 70’s stooping and struggling to carry her precious bundle probably her only belonging. Its sizzling hot and I wonder how she manages to reach her destination or does she has any ? She sat down on the bench at the bus stand but never begged. She opened her bundle and can you guess what was in store !! Some old clothes, stale chapattis no its not finished .. A family photo with her two handsome, healthy boys .. How did they turn blind to this love?? Do they really know what they lost ... aah my questions will never end..
This is not one scene. At times I see mothers well locked within air-conditioned room . Yet they burn to see their kids just a room away. No time to spend for the poor old rugged piece. Knowingly or not they just walk past it. On every Sunday I see an ammachi draped in good sari, searching for a companion to share her words. If we happen to go near her she starts the same story the never ending one about her kids and the once blissful life. Not even once she grumbled at her grown up lads for denying her. When I go to altar she ask me to hold her. Recently I realized that she come with her daughter who has only time to exhibit the saree she bought last day and hence cannot wait till the end to take her mom .. Not to mention about oldage homes !
Its my greatest prayer nowadays that I should never follow this path. In my case it’s the laziness that pulls me back .. I am aware of it and fighting it back too .. How good it will be for everyone to dig out the reason why they lag behind..
No matter how many days we celebrate and how rich our parties are all they look forth is a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean and an ear to whisper the most silliest of all things..
Silence finally broke. I was flying high rather the wings were stronger than I could imagine that it took me so long. Now that I am back with all the colors and fragrance from the flight. How dazzling was it, the whole life from a distance? But it deceived me as I drew closer as always.. Yet I yearn for the most unforeseen turn, the guiding radiance….
This is too appalling. Nowadays anguish and nothing else can lit the candle and fill the ink.. Today is an exception. Lets rock !!
I walked down the lane which leads to the most charming era
A magical road that could roll the time backwards
I stopped in between to trace all the evergreen spots
To relive all cherished moments …..
She was a charming girl smart and bold,
quite different in attire and attitude.
Always been the odd one out. But never was in short of friends ..
Teacher’s pet and warden’s menace ..
She enjoyed every bit, nibbled till the last !
Then he stepped out of the vacuum
Posed as her ever best friend !
Subtly he detached her
She never knew the twist until he showed the hidden color …
Shadows everywhere, Colours drifted away
The clutches of pain and loneliness tightened
Oh ! her friends her precious stones
Never let her down ..
Years went by and as she walks down the lane
The whole lot was made clear
How she was deceived and the hidden twirls
Will she forgive him or rather should she ??
Friendship is all that lasts and you can hold it on till you desire.
It can rejuvenate your lost self .. Treasure it !!
Ebby & Reuben my son ! That's my world at the moment. Well I thought to turn back to my old passion, to scribble something when I feel like so .. It may all be related to us and our friends and anything that force me to pen down !