Wednesday, 5 June 2013



Off sea it was, till a fine dollop misted
Incarnating the lost life, breathed anew
On Jan 24, 2009, in seventh heaven I flew
Hugs 'n cheers came from those quite away
Happy chaos was it then, mulled ‘tis now
Hewed a mud coffin out of the veracity
Buried them along with a few crisp papers
Lamination won’t let them wither and wilt
Dreams did, as mud soaked the chaotic sea
Packed n’ done away with— faded dreams
They knock hard, banging the thin barrage
Rubber of it, don’t let them break through
Impression of the hands, left on the wall
Drain my strength, lip-sucking into abyss
Wasted, ruined, and destroyed, they howl
Holding hands against my ears won’t help
I let out a shrilling cry, all they do is—sigh
Groping the dark-dreary-silhouette, I saunter
And, comes a day, with an invitation scroll
To close my teary red eyes—jump off the crag
Again holding its' claw, when I’m about to— 
Breathe my last, with shards of piercing pain
Grasps my hand, the sunshine-rebounding-dollop
And, with his words, do away with all my fears
“Mumma, should I massage your head-cramp?”
Hence, he rubs away the bleeding pricking twinge
Yes, he do, my three 'n half year, dollop of ‘Joy’…



  1. awww...nice that he was there to take care of you...even at 3 he has heart...smiles.

  2. Yes, he has...but he is the only one making me feel at sea...utterly chaotic and confused...but at last, he is the one who brings peace to me, just by a single smile :)

  3. Nice. .! ! !

  4. How did I miss this one? This is so beautiful ... warm and soothing.

    How did I miss this one? Anyways, thanks for directing me to this poem :-)