Why don’t you come over sometime? .
There’s your old boombox
Gathering dust atop the TV.
We could sing along to
Kishore or Kansas,
Or to Jingle Bells, if you fancy. .
There’s a photo of us
Sitting by my bedside,
It reminds me of those merry times
When I was the center
Of your protected, charmed life. .
I’ve saved the last wine
You gifted me on Mother’s Day.
It lies unopened,
Still swathed in its shimmery gauze,
Waiting for the perfect day. .
I’ll whip up your favourite cakes,
Nevermind that I’m diabetic.
Or would you prefer pakodas or kulfi?
I know you’re health conscious now.
I swear I have a guilt-free recipe. .
The phone doesn’t ring anymore.
No, I’ve paid the bills like I should.
It’s because you just text now and then,
And all the rest are dead,
But I keep hoping, still. .
You stopped coming over on weekends,
Then on holidays too,
And now altogether.
The last time I saw your bonny face,
Was on a magazine’s cover. .
I know you’ll never come back to stay
But your room’s always been ready for you,
As if you’re only out at school.
Should you ever want to come back,
You’ll feel like you never left home. .
There are times when I wonder
If my life is unfair;
That when you needed care
I was always there.
Yet in my twilight years, there’s no one here,
My cherished nest lies bare. .
No, I’m not complaining,
I understand
you have work in the city.
I just need some reassurance,
A call, a hello, a hug, from time to time,
A reminder of my only family. .
So, won’t you please cover over sometime;
Tell me that you still care,
Or pretend to,
just for old times’ sake?
These arms, they seek
your comforting hug,
Before it is too late.
.
In memory of my grandparents, wherever they may be...
.
#poetry #grandparents #mourning #loss #poetsofinstagram #instapoetry
It’s lonely in there, isn’t it?
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Oh heck yeah! The search goes on and you never find anyone. How’ve you been Lee?
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Just fine, Pradita. And you must be busy…haven’t seen you in a day or two.
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Yes I am. Daughter isn’t too well. Have been under the weather myself.
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Ah, I am sorry to hear it.
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Thanks 😊
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To the perfect you👌 lovelt
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Thanks Jen darling
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Perfect!
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Haha! Thanks 😊
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bahut badhiya……beautiful.
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Thanks a lot Sir 😊
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Nice one
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Thanks
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Welcome, How r u
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I’m good Daneel. How have you been?
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I am also fine Pradita
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Only in imaginations….👍
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True that. Only there…
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Well said. Often, we carry so much storms in our head and an illusion that never hurts:)
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Yes. But i it does make us more stupid 😉
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Ya!!! I know…we build unwanted stories in the head…lol it does make us stupid.
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😂 😂 😂
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Haha this is perfect!
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Thanks a lot Pragalbha 😊😊
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You are very welcome 🙂
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🙏😊
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Wow!! It’s all in the head. 😂. Beautifully written !!
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Thanks a lot. Glad you enjoyed it 😊
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This is amazing…. A perfect write up indeed… 🙂
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Thanks a lot Ashish
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My pleasure.. I have missed many of your posts… will try to cover as soon as possible… 🙂
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No issues at all. I especially ought not to mind when someone misses my posts because God knows I’m not regular with reading anyone else’s. So really, no issues at all 😀
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Oh, wow I loved the thought, the thought of being perfect and yet absent!
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Thanks Moushmi 🙂
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Whom are you talking about? If it’s about God, don’t stop searching Him. I have found Him and He sustains me… And if it’s about anyone else then it’s ok as you will know that person better than me…😉
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It’s not God and it’s not anyone else. It’s an idea in my head and that’s why he eludes me. Actually, this applies not only to me but to everyone else who seek perfection in people and compare them to the notions of a ‘perfect person’ in their heads. The notion of a perfect person does not exist in reality, but our minds, they don’t let us be.
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Absolutely! We all are mortal human being and can’t be perfected with our flesh and blood. Bodily sinful desires and urges always stamps our imperfections everywhere even we try to be perfect all the time.
Great poem.
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Thanks again Dada.
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