That first sip of morning coffee
The music that trickles down my ears to my soul
The mirths of laughter
that make my body come alive from merely existing
That book on the bookshelf
The warmth of happiness
that spreads across my chest
like sun
on a winter morning
when my dog runs in circles
chasing his tail
just as I do
time to time
A call from a friend
lost in the race against time
A poem
transforming a lonely night into
a gathering so magical
that now I don’t want to shut my eyes
Watch my mother
adjust her bindi
in the mirror and
tuck that loose strand of hair
behind her ear
because she knows it’s time
and dad’s about to come home
A gesture of kindness
from the one I thought needed saving
A gesture of love
I thought had no feelings
Make me wanna keep coming back
From the precipice
to witness the colours of life
and to laugh
with him, with her, with them
laugh so much that
now I want to cry
Because once I believed
very firmly
I’d never laugh
this much.
again,
or ever.
What else could I ask for?
What else is there to live for?
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Tag: #wellbeing
Why Me?
I don’t go to a temple often
Neither do I go to a
A mosque or
A church
or anywhere else
Get the drift, right?
But yesterday I went
To a temple
Not too far
But the one in my home;
It was awkward
I have to say
The face off
With Him
Like meeting an
Old lover.
So I cut straight to the chase
And asked –
Why me?
I stood still and
Waited for an answer
Minutes passed
But nothing happened
No one spoke
None of the statues moved
But a tear did trickle down
My cheek
And I collapsed
On my knees.
Ok. I am on my knees.
Now, tell me.
Answer me.
Why me?
First, I howled
Then I pleaded
In a mumble
That barely escaped my throat
I submitted in a barely audible Why me?
I waited for a sign.
The hibiscus or the marigold
To fall on my feet
Or a cosmic intervention. Anything.
For I am stranded
in a vast
pitch-dark-room.
But, nothing happens.
So, I wanted to unhinge the temple,
slam it on the floor.
Watch Their smiling faces shatter
Into tiny little pieces
Perhaps then they will talk.
But they were quiet
As a stone could be.
And I collapsed further
My warm cheek pressed
against the cold floor
I need an answer.
See. You got me.
You got me on my all fours
for never bowing
before You the
Omnipotent
Omnipresent.
Now
Tell me-
Why me?
I did everything by the book.
I followed protocol.
I need an answer.
A reason to go on.
I laid there for a while
Made myself
Comfortable.
Maybe His holy Highness
Is busy
I laid there for
I don’t know how long
Like a wounded animal
Only wanting to be relieved of
her misery.
Wondering why people
Are so scared of death after all.
As I studied the scratches on my floor
I realised
Perhaps
The silence is the answer.
The quietude
The still flowers
The motionless figurines
Because you see
I had never raised
this question earlier
Never had I wondered Why me?
When self absorbed
I had strutted around
Like an
Entitled
Little
Snob.