True Friends!

Hey,

I am writing this to you to let you know that I miss our good old days. I have been off lately and I am very sorry for behaving oddly and hurting you. I wish, I could share my troublesome feelings but I didn’t want my negativity to effect you in a bad way. I didn’t want you to think that I am cynical and pessimistic. I remember in college, I dragged myself away from a very close friend. But you know, what he did? He changed the course of my boat, so that I don’t beat myself up hard and drift away. He made me understand the true meaning of relationships. And I will remember that for rest of my life. There was one more close friend, whom I wish (till today) would have done the same. Well, life is long and I am still hopeful. I must admit, I was bit jealous of you and I thought that I am not good enough for your loyal company. It hurts every single night that I am moving away from you. Sometimes, I feel I am protecting you from my dark side but I see you cry inside, too. And that’s not good for either one of us. I know you have tried dragging me in but try more. I want you to fight a little more and I will come back to you like a boomerang.

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P.S. Here is a good piece of music for your ears – Shine

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The Lady in Pink

I fondly remember the day, I saw mom in her full strength. She wore a light pink gown like attire that morning. I was young but I could feel that she believes that the world is up for grabs. I was happiest that day. I felt most secured that day. And I felt most home that day. She hasn’t been at utmost comfort for the last year or so. She went through paralysis due to blood clotting in her brain in Jan’14. The fact that I wasn’t there for her when she was going through an operation makes me feel sad and bad about it. Her condition has improved but being a heart patient makes things more difficult for her. Lately, I am seeing her loosing her belief in life. Watching her struggle for a normal breathe every day is painful and heartbreaking. I wish I could tell her, you will be fine “one day”, but deep down I don’t know what our future is going to uncover.

For the last few days, my imagination is giving me hope. It is boiling up an event which I pray is true one fine day. And I want to live long enough to write a testimony to the blissful evening when I will see my imagination turns into a reality. Here is my sketch –

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A winter day about to hit dawn
With sun closing its eyes and lightning up the moon
Birds flying back to their nests, feeding their babies and chirping
And a slow musical breeze adding a plethora of lightness to everyone’s mood

Mothers and dads enjoying a light procrastination with their buddies
And at the same time watchfully looking over their children’s play
Old men and women sitting on lawns in circles with shawls and scarves
Feeling proud discussing their grandchildren’s success stories
And confident over their political and family views

Suddenly a loud whistle flipped my attention towards a warm house
A lady wearing a pink attire is cooking healthy meal for her family
She is lean with long black and brown hair and soft angled eyebrows
Washing dishes inch by inch and then moving sideways to ignite a stove
She turns back to my eyesight and peeks through her kitchen window
I think she is looking for her husband and is now relaxed
For she has found him talking to their friendly neighbor near a swing

Then she lifts her head smiling and waving her hands
As if she is asking me to run and come fast
I was confused because it was just me and my imagination
Suddenly my soul feels heavy as I watch a young boy going past me
As the moment unfolds, my eyes become heavier

He waves back at the lady, asking her to open door for him
She asks her younger son to open up the door for his brother
But he was busy contemplating at his childhood heroes
Seeing that she leaves the kitchen to go to the front door
Frustratedly looking at her younger child but smiling at the young boy
After helping him to washroom, she looks back at me
This time with a lot of hopes and proudness
Giving me chills of courage and self belief

This very moment, she was the most beautiful
This very moment, she was the most strong
And this very moment, she was the most confident

I wish I could experience this profound moment one fine day
But this time in reality not in a figment of my imagination and past memory
And this time, smiling and waving at a young man not a young boy
And I can tell you that I will be the happiest when it happens

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Image: Art by Giovanni Boldini

I end my post with a good piece of music for your ears – Loud Places

P.S. I dedicate this blog post to mom.

Bad Blood

A ray of blood dripping off your forehead
Gliding over your skin, cautiously passing by your hairline
Showing its edges and curves like a vibrant woman

Now it is touching your silky eyebrow hair
Its soft wet touch refreshes you the way your sweat stimulates you when it meets a sudden rush of air

As the pathless ray of blood moves on, it touches your eyelid
It makes you itch and you close your eyes to make it go away
After you open your itched eyes, what do you see?
Do you see world blooded in red by ruthless killings?
Do you feel hate towards psychopaths and killers or do you empathize with them?
What do you feel, tell me please!

The ray of blood now reaches the right side of your nostrils
And a sudden unwanted aroma numb your brain nerves
Does it smell foul?
What do you smell, tell me please!

Now the ray of blood undesirably takes two different paths
One scratches the right side of your lips, tempting you to taste it
You let your hungry tongue romanticize with the gutted blood
How does it taste? Do you feel like having more of it?
What do you want, tell me please!

The other divided part takes a diagonal cross
And glides past your chin
Is it giving you creeps, goosebumps?

It goes on a roller coaster ride, through your neck
It starts to move slowly for an unknown reason
And finally reaches its destination, that is, your heart

Does it feel bad? Or is the blood bad?
What is your heart telling you at this moment?
Please open up and tell the world
Our ears are open, and we are listening closely

“Warui Chi”

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Image source: Google Images

I Am Not There

When people I love fall
It hurts because I am not there to offer them my hand

When people I love cry
It hurts because I am not there to wipe off their tears

When people I love tell me that they won’t live long
It hurts because I am not there to tell them that you will live long enough to watch me grow old

When people I love pray for me all the time
It hurts because I forget to call them up and say “hi”

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