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.

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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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My Mysterious Fox

If stars ever speak to me
I tell them to shine on her face every night

If sun ever speaks to me
I tell him to always give her warmth till dawn

If wind ever speaks to me
I tell her to never let her go out of breath

If rain ever speak to me
I tell her to wash away all her fears and pain

If earth ever speak to me
I tell her to keep her ground strong

If I ever speak to her
I tell her she is the best thing that has happened to me

If she ever speaks to me
I tell her you are my mysterious fox

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Stranger’s Heart

Some nights hit you hard, in both head and heart
And you feel you are a disappointment
Sometimes you believe, you deserve magic
But you know magic is just an illusion
Just a trick, which seizes all your senses
No, you don’t find magic in everyone
It drops like honey only from the special one

He breathes in her presence
He stares in her eyes as if it’s his last breath
He looks to her for calmness
To see the truth on her face
Sadly the moment always fades away

Days pass by but he fails to tap her rhythm
Confusion oversees his vision and he never sees what’s in front
Some mornings his heart feels the warmth of her nest
But I think his bird is flying high, without knowing his zest

His a stranger’s heart without a home
Still he put a smile, a wide one, when he glances over her soul

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Her

When he first laid eyes on her
He felt as drunk as he is on a friday night
And her words were a merry-go-round ride
He was nervous but he laughed out loud
To make her notice him in the big crowd

Her watery blue eyes made him swoon
And they were as round & beautiful as moon
Her eyelashes were stairs for his soul
And he never felt heaven so close

He fell back and forth on her voluptuous curves
Those were enough for his heart to unnerve
He stood his ground to show her he is strong
But she didn’t stay for too long

She was his saturday morning hangover
But it didn’t hurt as he was quick to sober
Last evening was one good night
And he knows there’s always a way to reunite

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