I jumped into a muddy pool laughing
Picked up coloured shells with them
Rolled, threw sand on air with them
People said, at 80, she has turned mad
Moving with children as if she is one
How could anyone understand that only
This childish act, keeps me alive until today
At the faint ruffle of a leaf nearby
At a small cracking of old wood
At a small whisper of a mild breeze
The soft whimpering of a street dog
Bird shifting in its sleep in the nest
The cat paws gently walk along
And at all such softest noises
Wild-eyed, I search, if you have come
My eyes strain, look around to see you
I chased for years that innocent laughter
That giggles, sweet music, rustic dances
Crying at my despair I heard God’s voice
It is you, the child buried deep in your soul
When I lived in towers for some time
I could see the sun on both occasions
Mornings, as he sluggishly rises, spilling vivid colours
Evening, tired after his duties, back to his mother
But now, watching both of them from my balcony
I see only a colourful painted canvas on the buildings
Whether I watch it in the Morning or evening
Not the Sun, but his reflections on the buildings
Drenching them, in lush colours on both occasion
Now I understood, we do enjoy the reflections too
The ocean reflects the endless blue sky with waves
The moon reflects the cool silver warmth of the Sun
The stars twinkling, filling our hearts with hope of future
As I muse, life itself is, nothing but two ends of a rainbow
Thoughts are the original, and actions, our reflections
It was a cut piece of the corner of the cover
With her tiny finger holding it she asked, “What is this?”
She shook her head, and as her eyes sparkling
Said, No, IT IS NOT A WASTE PIECE” as my answer
Then with that piece in hand she danced around
In a wavy motion and said, “See this is my ship”
As, Wide-eyed I watched, that wonder kid
She placed it on a chair and folded her palm
Shocked me, by saying. “See this is my Diya for God”
Now again she danced with that piece held high
Dancing said. “OH! this is my Lotus flower”
As she danced with her endless imagination
Richly showering the tiny piece of a corner paper
I understood why children are so close to God.
After days of silence, anger
They two saw each other
Both walked towards each other
No words spoken hearts, too heavy
He kicked a pebble; she picked it up
Their eyes met, and they hugged together
One life in two bodies, they now realised
He went on bluffing left and right
She listened with a loving face
She knew he was a liar always was
But at least pretending to believe
He was sharing some time with her
She was no one other, but his mother
As we just learn to write our first letters
Along with that, we learn to rub it off, delete
Anything we write, we delete and rewrite
As we grow, we learn to be more careful
Delete on answer paper will reflect our mind
Maybe the student is not sure of his answer
Hence, we learn to write and later type
Be careful not to make any glaring mistakes.
Now in this old age, sitting with my pen or PC
I had to delete and delete a lot, what I wrote
Confused, and can’t remember the spellings
Besides that, I keep trying to delete it off
Past memories, I don’t want to remember
A bunch of such lovely feathers
Floating across my balcony slowly
Within a fraction I captured them
On my cell phone before one blink
Printed framed, I loved its presence
Watched with glee on my wall
But soon I was in shock to see
Feathers belonged to her, she, someone
She owned it with pride, her feathers
My unrealistic short-lived dream,
To shine in a borrowed feather of hers
The very serious discussions went on and on
Nature’s undeterred fury, suddenly everywhere
Forest fires, earthquakes, floods and landslides
Found, everywhere reason the global warming
Every Nation Agreed, treaties were signed firmly
Coming out, the heads of every state began calling
Production, and export of war materials, should increase
War anywhere, supply arms, stretch the war blow longer
Smoke and fire engulf the earth, and millions die, can’t help
To hold power, to get voted on every time,
But they surely will attend conclaves
To discuss, stopping of Global Warming
From a teacher, to the parents 