This is for dadi (1935-2021).
Sometimes I can't reach you
Like sun rays filtered by layers of small rivulets, unable to touch the bed
I am unable to reach you
Beside your bed I find my eyes marveling at the beauty of time, how it sinks and rises like ravines on your skin
Reddening your flesh from within
Inhaling life and exhaling your living
Inside your eyes however, grey circles circumfere the brown of your youth
It reminds me you were sweet and small once
Surely a little tinier, mind full of thoughts and words like whispers
You whisper now, with great effort
Experiences have shown you humankind
You tried to show me, only
kind humans
You were kind
I see in myself what you tried to show me all this while
A soul of my own finding it's way
Your own soul seems to be achieving it's purpose
I believe in God only in times like such
When I think and I think without saying much
Tell me stories, make them never end
I don't like endings
I don't like them
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