When I fell, you held me tight,
When I cried, you wiped my tears
You would gauge my restlessness by my voice.
You fed me, when I was not hungry,
I was alone, without friends, but you were there
You were up before sunrise, and I reached school on time.
When I told you about my first and last break-up,
You told me I shouldn’t be crying for those who do not care
I learnt how to value relations and yet be positive, from you maa.
It was my turn to look after you, to hold you, when you fell
Support you, Nurse you, Feed you and Wash you
Was it a cleansing ritual or a role reversal?
Between two souls it was communicated silently.
After thirty-eight days you walked out of the hospital, without an assistive support
My admiration for your fighting spirit, maa increases day by day.
I have learnt that you can be me but I can never be you.
— Dedicated to my mother on her 61st Birthday!
We met, we spoke, and we connected well.
And then we met again, with feelings strong that wouldn’t quell
We touched, kissed and hugged each other.
As if there was nothing in this world that would bother
Then there came a time, when things were replaced.
There was dislike (the time, days, minutes, and seconds) and distaste
Dried, tanned, rough, brown – marks on the beach,
Left by wayward waves, language lost with the speech
Reduced. A beautifying wall painting to a poster.
There was an alternative and an old proprietor…