Deep in my sleep,
I can make the sweet voice
asking me when I would wake up,
I smile , knowing well,
morning tea would not be ready
for some more time;
clink clink of vessels – pitter patter of water
the morning smell of tea
mixing in the dry hum of AC;
the soft footsteps, the warm familiarity
the half baked dreams
served with fresh bread
and her morning hellos –
She , my blessing , my friend –
her morning prayers , her cooking ,
her smile – my charms for the day
She , my friend , my angel.
This is a dedication to my dearest Roommate and best friend. Written for OctPoWriMo day 11.
I would not have written this post but a dialogue from the movie “the lunchbox” has inspired me not to let go of the thoughts.
The dialogue ( not exact ) was that we forget things if we do not tell it to some one.
( more about the movie on other post maybe )
Today i was traveling in a bus and the time i chose is not a good one. The bus was too crowded. Luckily a guy offered me his seat. There were lot of people standing , some with huge bags on the shoulder , a few people some time stand too close, which is not comfortable.
Today too, a guy was almost falling on my seat when the guy next to me told him to stand properly. Before i could even say thanks to the guy , his wife told him he didn’t have to say anything unless he himself is being troubled. And she looked at me as if i had made a mistake not to defend my own space.
The respect i had for the guy to speak for some one else was kind of replaced by a hurt at the wife’s words. No wonder so many of us turn a closed eye on the events around us .
There is so much more that i have on my mind and wish to share with some one. Till i gather my thoughts and senses for a better post , here’s a poem i wrote for the morning journey of mine :
In a state between sleep and wakefulness,
You let your words free of your locked thoughts,
Feeling no different that moment , you go to bed
Yet aware that love you get is undeserved.
You wake up in the morning and you realize the pillow is still wet ,
The unread message from a dear friend is deleted without a look,
You feel like pushing the not so distant past further away,
Yet knowing that your heart is set in that moment.
Looking at the fast passing scenery in auto or not,
The breeze wants to say a lot to your sleepy ideas
While the eyes keep getting wet for no known reason,
And You know something isn’t right with the day.
Reading old conversations lead to old thoughts,
Re collecting older talks, lead to myriad f emotions,
You hold yourself tight and curse the tears to stop,
And when nothing works , you let your feelings flow.
When the words , memories and tears have all dried,
You look up at skies to question all this events.
The old Bollywood music soothe your nerves
as god rain on your face , washing away all the pain.
Each morning when I wake up, I do not thank God for the wonderful day he blessed me with. I instead check upon my emails , text messages and tweets. As I go about my day, I think of God once in a while – to crib , complain or an occasional thank you for setting something unexpectedly right for me. But do I thank him without a cause ? Oh, I remember I do. when I sit back and contemplate what is wrong with my life. And as I sis to find ways to fix them, I say to God, Oh dude, you gotta help me with this. Please !
I have a lot of questions to ask, and a lot of answers to share with him. I totally believe in “everything happens for good”. I have lived this epiphany a lot of times in the last 10 years. And yet, when I need to cry , I must and I do. No reasons or excuses given to any. When I am upset , I just am. No reasons or excuse small or big enough to justify my sour mood.
I am not perfect – oh I am far from it. But I try.I try hard. And all that I wish is God to see through those tries and trials and keep me safe and blessed.
I hope you will forgive me not praying daily.
I hope you know I love and respect your words a lot but I fail to follow them always. I hope you keep loving me the same as today. And last, I hope you keep all these hopes alive in me, as long as I live.
Bless me !
Bless all !