The cool torrent of rain,
The water wetting his hide,
A wave of spreading cool,
That slowly and gradually,
Freezes him up inside.
The warm onslaught of tears,
Burning his eyes and cheeks,
Expressing the pain in his heart,
But nevertheless,
Giving him the warmth he seeks.
And serenity overpowers him,
As the two forces of nature,
After a callous thunderstorm,
Once again,
Lead him back to his calm…
Sunday, February 17, 2008
They ~ Parents (2006)
They tell me when to get up and when to go to bed,
They tell me what colors to wear, orange, blue or red,
They put my breakfast into my mouth and lunch box in my bag,
And tell me how to walk and talk and bid me not to rag,
They tell me not to call my friends unless it’s really urgent,
They tell me to have a short conversation, only about the important,
They tell me when to just sit back and when to smile and play,
And when to keep it quiet and when to say my say,
They tell me how to take up life and when to let it go,
And when to give my consent and when to just say no,
I wish to God, there would ever arrive, such a “free-will day”,
That I may call “my very own” and do anything that I may,
But then a brain wave crosses my mind and fills my soul with fears,
And a silent prayer arises and cuts my heart like shears,
I pray to God that never should such an unworthy day go by,
When they are not there for me, or else that I should die!!
They tell me what colors to wear, orange, blue or red,
They put my breakfast into my mouth and lunch box in my bag,
And tell me how to walk and talk and bid me not to rag,
They tell me not to call my friends unless it’s really urgent,
They tell me to have a short conversation, only about the important,
They tell me when to just sit back and when to smile and play,
And when to keep it quiet and when to say my say,
They tell me how to take up life and when to let it go,
And when to give my consent and when to just say no,
I wish to God, there would ever arrive, such a “free-will day”,
That I may call “my very own” and do anything that I may,
But then a brain wave crosses my mind and fills my soul with fears,
And a silent prayer arises and cuts my heart like shears,
I pray to God that never should such an unworthy day go by,
When they are not there for me, or else that I should die!!
Come What May (2006)
The black-hooded figure, with blood spurting from all sides and his cries of pain filling the room, burst into the room, breaking all latches on the door. Eve uttered a loud scream of terror and drew back, staggering. Although he was limping and his bad leg was hanging dangerously at the knee with a small bit of flesh, yet his movement around the room was abrupt and quick. He limped from shelf to shelf, from small tables to anywhere Eve had placed all those delicate models and statues made of glass and threw them mercilessly on the floor, where they crashed into a thousand tiny pieces.
She had carved them herself, all those beautiful figures, neatly giving them the shapes she wanted and then she had adorned the whole room with these shining crystal figures. There were heart-shaped glass shields on some mantelpieces, with the names of different people she knew and who mattered and tiny shapes of different animals she loved on some side-tables. On one little shelf were placed the crystal figures of nearly a hundred books, all neatly lined in a stack. Near them was a small pile of records, with the names of her favourite singers carved on them. And to their left was placed the most magnificent crystal gramophone, shining with all its lust. But the tables on the right of the room under the small window held the most beautiful of her creations. There were models of young girls her own age, holding each other’s hands with an innocent twinkle in their eyes. Then there were a statues of two little boys, running after a football and at the same time, looking behind as if beckoning to someone towards themselves. Behind them were two young girls of different ages, running, apparently towards the boys, trying to chase the football. Another figure of a man, slightly larger than the others, was standing under the shade of tall, thin trees (also made by her) and was looking at the children playing, with glowing pride in his eyes. If you looked closely, the reflection in his eyes was such, as if he was keeping a watchful eye around the children, alert and vigilant of any danger that might pounce on them from any direction. On his left sat a middle-aged woman on the ground, with some eatables around her on a small cloth. These figures stood majestically on their respective stands, each of them carrying a different and an enchanting meaning to her life. They were her whole world; for whom she lived.
But the black-hooded figure, entering in her room by force, was destroying everything that came in his way. The delicate figures fell to the floor with a single wave of his arm and smashed into thousand little pieces. Eve saw her small world tumble at her feet. She felt as if every piece, when fell onto the floor, was falling on her heart and surely there appeared drops of blood oozing out of the clean, white floor of the room. She buried her face in her hands and wept uncontrollably. It happened every time she made her tender world with her hands. She would take care of it and nourish it with love and care. And when she would be happy and contented in her small world, the black-hooded scary figure would come into the room suddenly and without knocking and he would destroy anything and everything he could see in the small white room. It was getting unbearable now. She couldn't stand to see everything that was important to her, everything that meant something, to become trash before her own eyes. The sight, this feeling was too much for her tender heart. She cast a frightened look at the monster, her vision blurred by the wetness in her eyes. The monster was standing before a small table, placed slightly away from the rest. On it was a handsome model of a young man, his arms folded and his lips curved in a playful smile. In one hand, he held a pretty, little flower and apparently he was trying to conceal it from view. Eve looked pleadingly at the monster, as if begging him not to harm it, but the monster ignored the look in her eyes with an evil grin and whipped his long-fingered, bloody broken hand over the table. It seemed a whole lifetime to Eve, as the beautiful crystal statue fell gloriously on to the floor to meet its final end. But at that time, it was not just a crystal statue that had shattered into a thousand little pieces, it was a whole world of dreams and imagination and happiness. It was a whole lifetime; an eternity. As the last member of Eve’s magnificent world met its destruction, the whole white room started shaking as if an earthquake had suddenly hit it. Eve felt serenity overpowering her. Her tears dried and the mixed feelings of fear and anxiety reduced to nothingness. She rose into mid-air, her arms wide open, eyes tightly shut, her head bowed, as if in subjugation. The blood stains on the floor of the room started to disappear and a pure whiteness replaced it.
After a while, or maybe an hour, or maybe after a whole lifetime, the room stopped shaking. She was again standing on the floor of her room and around her were the scattered remnants of what was her world. The scary monster had left the room; vanished into thin air. Everything was static; it seemed as if even the air had stopped. Eve moved towards the door and threw it open. Then she swept all the scattered glass pieces out of the room. There was no tear in her eyes like before. There was no uncomfortable feeling in her heart either. She had done it before and it was no difficult doing it again. It was just a teeniest bit more painful than the last time when the monster destroyed everything, but nothing more. Once the room was cleaned, Eve sat down on her table, ready to build her world again. Although she knew that the black-hooded monster would come and destroy everything again yet she was ready to build all of it once more. She had the right to be happy and cherish the moments of her life. She couldn’t live, constantly drowned in the fear of being hurt again and again. And because life went on no matter what, she had to go on too. Come what may…
But the black-hooded figure, entering in her room by force, was destroying everything that came in his way. The delicate figures fell to the floor with a single wave of his arm and smashed into thousand little pieces. Eve saw her small world tumble at her feet. She felt as if every piece, when fell onto the floor, was falling on her heart and surely there appeared drops of blood oozing out of the clean, white floor of the room. She buried her face in her hands and wept uncontrollably. It happened every time she made her tender world with her hands. She would take care of it and nourish it with love and care. And when she would be happy and contented in her small world, the black-hooded scary figure would come into the room suddenly and without knocking and he would destroy anything and everything he could see in the small white room. It was getting unbearable now. She couldn't stand to see everything that was important to her, everything that meant something, to become trash before her own eyes. The sight, this feeling was too much for her tender heart. She cast a frightened look at the monster, her vision blurred by the wetness in her eyes. The monster was standing before a small table, placed slightly away from the rest. On it was a handsome model of a young man, his arms folded and his lips curved in a playful smile. In one hand, he held a pretty, little flower and apparently he was trying to conceal it from view. Eve looked pleadingly at the monster, as if begging him not to harm it, but the monster ignored the look in her eyes with an evil grin and whipped his long-fingered, bloody broken hand over the table. It seemed a whole lifetime to Eve, as the beautiful crystal statue fell gloriously on to the floor to meet its final end. But at that time, it was not just a crystal statue that had shattered into a thousand little pieces, it was a whole world of dreams and imagination and happiness. It was a whole lifetime; an eternity. As the last member of Eve’s magnificent world met its destruction, the whole white room started shaking as if an earthquake had suddenly hit it. Eve felt serenity overpowering her. Her tears dried and the mixed feelings of fear and anxiety reduced to nothingness. She rose into mid-air, her arms wide open, eyes tightly shut, her head bowed, as if in subjugation. The blood stains on the floor of the room started to disappear and a pure whiteness replaced it.
After a while, or maybe an hour, or maybe after a whole lifetime, the room stopped shaking. She was again standing on the floor of her room and around her were the scattered remnants of what was her world. The scary monster had left the room; vanished into thin air. Everything was static; it seemed as if even the air had stopped. Eve moved towards the door and threw it open. Then she swept all the scattered glass pieces out of the room. There was no tear in her eyes like before. There was no uncomfortable feeling in her heart either. She had done it before and it was no difficult doing it again. It was just a teeniest bit more painful than the last time when the monster destroyed everything, but nothing more. Once the room was cleaned, Eve sat down on her table, ready to build her world again. Although she knew that the black-hooded monster would come and destroy everything again yet she was ready to build all of it once more. She had the right to be happy and cherish the moments of her life. She couldn’t live, constantly drowned in the fear of being hurt again and again. And because life went on no matter what, she had to go on too. Come what may…
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