One of the many mothers who cry

Today was the last of the 25 days I spent at home
Because of my father’s health
And I had to leave 12 hours early to catch my flight
Because I had to collect some hospital documents
And it is tragic that you can’t spend extra time with your mother
We were making thepla together this morning
So that I can eat them at the airport whenever hungry
And the fan of the kitchen was not switched on
I saw a drop of sweat dancing on the tip of my mother’s nose
And I told her to switch on the fan
And then I realized that she had more tears than sweat on her face
And her eyes were all red
And she was trying to hold on to her tears
And I felt like the stupidest son ever
But this is how goodbyes are
And then we all have to part ways
Sooner or later

I wish I could make it better and easier for her and others, but, sadly I cannot.

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Time, money, & people

Time waits for none

A while back I was in school

And right now I am having a job

Away from family

Away from my childhood friends

Alone in a new city

Don’t know whom to trust

All strong and brave during the whole day

And all silent and scared during the night

Sometimes taking help of tears to sleep

Sometimes not sleeping at all

Not because of internet

But because of my worries about being away from dear ones

And trying to earn some money

But money is not all

It can’t buy me happiness

It’s all about the time

Once gone, it NEVER comes back

And hence I want it to spend wisely

And not waste it anymore

Get to know more good people

And in this process, I will have to let go of some too

Those who don’t serve my purpose anymore

Those who were important back then

But not anymore

And I am grateful to each and every one of them

You gave your best when you were there

And I hope I reciprocated it well too

Now, its time to know and explore new things

So, good luck to you and to me too ❤

P.S.: FIFA WC has started since yesterday in Russia. So, it is going to be a busy next month 😀 And I have stopped biting my nails so that’s one of the best things in my life recently and even UEFA Champions League final couldn’t get my old habit back so I am proud of it 😀 How are you, people? Which team are you supporting in this FIFA WC?

Voice of silence

“Shh!”
“Shhhh!!”
That’s what she said
Or rather she indicated
But I wanted to know
What exactly she wanted
Me to listen to
By staying silent
As I had just come home
From work and was tired
But still I obeyed her
And I was all silent
I stopped my regular
Process of breathing
Just to listen what she meant
And then after several seconds
And no voice
I whispered, “What is it?”
She stared at me
In disgust
As I was not able
To understand her
Signs & her silence
And just on looking
At where she was pointing
I was speechless
My laptop bag dropped on the ground
My tensed face turned
Into that exact smiling
Face I was staring at
Yes, we were looking
At our daughter trying
To stand up for the first time
With the help of a chair
And on achieving that
She had the best smile
And we both had tears
Smiling tears on our faces
And then that silence
Was broken by the glee
Of our daughter’s laugh

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggersby BlogAdda.

P.S. : Next week is almost there so today’s pick is Take me to church of Hozier. It’s my recent favorite as it was shared by a good friend of mine 😉

Bills of life

Just as we pay bills

For the services we use

Similarly we pay emotional bills

For being attached to people

Cash bills are easier

When compared to the emotional ones

Because tears are unstoppable

In the case of latter

P.S.: Today’s song is When you say nothing at all by Ronan Keating 🙂 Happy Monday and keep your emotional bills in check ❤

No More pleading..

Pleads

To not harm

To not beat anymore

To not give pain

Comes from the heart

Of a mother

When her children

Are being tormented

By their own father

Because they are

Close to the mother

And not him

Because they share

Their feelings with her

And not him

And the mother

Cries helplessly

Pleads for mercy

Begs for the torment

To stop

Not thinking

That the mother has

All the power

To take care of her children

And take them with her

Just as she would had done

If not for her husband

She is strong

She knows it

And could had proved also

But it was her husband

She was to face

And that made her weak

That made her a crying doll

That made her a puppet

This made her children weak

This made him strong

Because she had forgotten

That other’s weakness

Is not her strength

And vice versa

When she realized

She acted

She stood her ground

Protected her children

And now they all smile

And try to help as many as possible..

What about the father?

No one cares..

P.S. :  And here ends another month, another September and today’s choice is When September ends of Green day 🙂

Gone are the days..

Gone are the days of drinking from the same glass
Gone are the days of whole night of love making
Gone are the days of staring at each other among the crowd
Gone are the days of stealing kisses in parties
Gone are the days of sending intimate mails when apart
Gone are the days of your arms around me
Gone are the days of your beautiful lips on mine
Gone are the days of fighting and patching up
Gone are the days of smiles shared and tears cared
Gone are the days of me tucking your hair behind your ear
Gone are the days of you kissing my weird nose and making it blush
Gone are the days of me apologizing for my silly mistakes
Gone are the days of exchanging sorries and hugging each other
Gone are the days we used to love
Gone are the days of the beautiful time spent together

 
 

Memories are all we have
They will also start to dwindle
After some months and some years
You won’t remember me in your mind
But, I can just hope
That deep in your heart
You will never forget me
How I amde you feel
How I could make the butterflies flutter
Everytime we talked and
Everytime we met
How I cared for you
Al these are my hopes
Reality, on the other hand,
Can be different
For better or worse
And I should and
I will accept that
But, I never
Regreted any single day
Or any single moment
I spent with you
Now, we just gotta move on
And, hope that our hearts
Will be connected to each other
By the thinnest of thread
of Love and never be apart

From time to time..

Want to listen something?
Something, which matters
Not only to you
But also to me
And also to every individual
Then follow the below
No matter whether
You’re reading this on laptop
Or your phones
Just be calm
Stop any music, if you’re playing
Stop any other work
Just for 2 minutes
Give me that
Concentrate
Be still
And think of yourself
Your life
Your happiness
Your pain
Your failures
Your achievements
Let all these
Play in a slideshow
In your mind
Let it roll
Let it be remembered
Let it be there
In your minds
Forever
Remember to cherish
And cherish to remember
Be grateful to everyone
Be happy for everything
Be blessed by all
Spread the smiles
And the realization
That we’re humans
And it’s absolutely okay
To take sometime out
And let the slideshow run
Listen to the silence around you
Listen to the voices inside
Listen to the screams of your heart
Listen to the unhearable..

I swear I tried..

As I see the

Tears from the sky

Fall on the surface

Of the earth

And mostly it

Brings joy to me

But today

I m Drenched and

Hollow and

Gloomy

Because

The past

Hindered with me

As I saw the scars

Again on her face

Her cute little face

Blood dripping from it

Her eyes blood red

She all scared

By not the scars

Because she can lie

But the scars won’t lie

They will scream

About the beatings

About the slaps

About the torture

About the violence

About the victory

Of that fucking SOB

Because she chose to lie

She chose to stay mum

She chose to love him

She chose to forgive him

And by doing this

She chose Death

Not the easy soothing & immediate one

But a more grievous

Day-by-day one

And God help her with

Her slow poison death

And I tried

I swear I tried

To help her

To stop him

And it did stop

But it was just

A matter of days

And the ritual has

Again started

And its more fierce

As if the days off

Are being paid

With interest

And now all I can

Do to save my Angel

My mother

Is cry with her

And hope that

As the rain water

Gets washed into drains

Our tears will somehow

Find there way to peace

It all came down on me at once..

It was raining when I left office

Had a stressed day

Was in an arguement with my senior

But then apologised and patched things up

But still, I shouldn’t had yelled at him

There I was in the bus

All wet from the rain

Sudden rainfall and you’re heavy

Thankfully got seat in the bus

And that too window was not being closed

And that was the last available empty seat

Rested my ass and exhaled

Closing my eyes and reminiscing the happenings of today

I have to control my tongue

Anger was correct I know that

And it was more irritation and frustration

And so and so

Went down the memory lane looking at the rain outside

How I have reached here, drenched and frustrated

And there it was, everything right in front of me

All the good days, bad days, ugly days

And time just flew away all in a flash

One blink of an eye and I was deserted

As if I was left behind, far behind

And all others, everyone have gone forward at lightning speed

It not only made me sad and devastated but also happy for all

As atleast they are doing good with their lives

I was left staring at my own reflection on the window glass

Which was dirty, misty and that blurred reflection said it all

Just then a drop of tear fell from my eye

And in the window reflection, I saw it’s course down my cheek to edge of the lip to the chin

And pretended(mostly to myself) that something entered my eye

Due to this windy raining evening

And when I saw if someone caught me shedding that one tear

I saw that no on was there for me or atleast looking at me

All were occupied with their own troubles or the temporary phase of happiness

And then I reached my stop

Gathered my bag, excused myself till the exit

And was down again in the rain and all drenched.

Let the tree grow within you..

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,

and Hope is one of those,

whereas, expectations leads to sadness, death, pain and agony,

so try to stay away from it.

Hope grows as days pass,

just like a tree from a seed.

It grows bigger, greener, stronger,

with its roots holding the soil firmly,

And it also provides shade in later stage.

Expectations decays and shortens your life,

Just like a contagious disease.

It gives pain, tears, sleeplessness,

And eats us from inside and be the reason for our death.

So, whenever you want to help,

Plant a tree or cure someone else’s disease.

Kill the disease before it kills you,

Love the shade of the tree before it leaves you.

Grow and let others grow.