BE

be that true love you seek

n the reason in your voice

yet when life runs all amok? patiently BE

be that silence in chaos of you versus ‘i’

the smile on those distant lips

and when tears seep through. quietly BE

be. when they lie. break.  walk away

and when they hold on

then when forgiveness mends moments. abundantly BE

be the thought after futile anger

the listener before all you got to say
and still no one sees your view? understandably BE.

be the acceptance you complain, is lacking

the freedom and more

and as shore lets ocean retreat, to embrace it again. joyfully BE

be the trust you still relentlessly hunt

the peace lost on this road

you still don’t; find it? don’t fret. faithfully BE

be the failure to learn from

   and success that walks to hope

   when strangers acknowledge. humbly BE

   be the passion of the wild

   be the lover clueless of time

   and when curtains draw to a closing scene. timelessly BE

be the mate to your soul

be the soul to your mate

then if all falls apart. re-build BE

be is me and be i am

in endlessness of universe, dissolvably BE

on my mind

You’re on my mind…all the time

its evening…& your car stops outside kitchen window

before I open that oakwood door

your lips on mine say ‘baby i missed you so’

not in real.…i find

its just you on my mind

you know not – my heart beats in hope

we’ll be together soon…with you i’ll see that midnight moon

tell me it’ll last forever

when you’re angry, will you let me go?

just like that?

or hold my hand, until i breathe my last

i see a cozy home with you,

noisy babies too

you walking back from work to our little nest

to many hugs …so do you feel well-loved?

would you cherish these moments in time

or make tangible your only chase?

i feel so yours from so far.. do you ?

or are these games & i’ll loose

do you think of me when i leave you alone

then miss me when radio plays your favourite song

do you question when things go wrong

would u give up all else to make it right –

when we fight

share fears and failures, harsh cold nights

will you keep me warm in love; hold me close

take me with you …into the blue

for everything else and love

tell me you will make it true

coz every morning i wake up to find

you in my eyes, you on my mind…

Between all and none

It was 5 in the evening and I woke up from siesta to thunderous clouds. Even as I got off from bed thinking about the wonderful sight of rain in my balcony, a parallel thought in my head erupted. I had done laundry and clothesline in my backyard was full of fresh conditioned clothes, to get crisp in the afternoon sun. My mother was watching the showers, sitting on a chocolate-colour bean bag in our living room. Dad lay in another bedroom fast asleep after running some errands, in total darkness. No one in my family can sleep with slightest lights on. It is risky at times, especially with the kind of power-cuts we face. But then, old habits die hard or may never die. The parallel thought of ruining laundry completely smothered the other one.

I couldn’t bear that both my mum and dad were totally oblivious to my labor of love. And then I burst with my angry disappointment. Both of them have aged. But for some reason, I fail to acknowledge this truth. And I ignored that at this moment too. My dad who was sleeping woke up hearing my loud mumbling voice to myself and helped me fetch clothes back. This was closest I came to making my biggest display of bad behavior and what happened then was a memory that won’t fade. Not easily.

I went back to my room and continued watching television that I’d fallen asleep watching. Since I’ve chosen to stay off-work for a while, I look for things to keep me busy. Mostly they revolve around workouts, reading or surfing on my laptop - while TV plays for company. And yes, thinking - whether or not to pick a job for financial comfort, and this guy I so love talking to every night. I just feel he sees in me what no one has so far. But I won’t go into those details. About 15 minutes had passed and mom walked into my room and questioned me harsh - what did I say to my dad as he lay on the bed holding his head. I couldn’t believe. I said nothing, except that ugly yell - on why should I always take care of menial things when I am already so stressed about everything in life.

Then a parallel thought ran forward. This time it choked my anger and arrogance. This was realization. And a stark one. Straight in my face. Of what could possible lie ahead. Of what can I loose at this moment because of what did in the last one. Of how I am about to change it all, for the worse; if I let worse happen and don’t fix it right here. Right now. I rushed to his room to find him lying - his shrinking eyes half-open and his wrinkled hands on his heart. That moment screamed with all its might – the reality of aging. And of how we gamble our own.

I, absorbed in my own world of life’s commotion – had so far blatantly chosen to ignore the people who have embraced the worst in me. Did I always know how to talk, walk, eat, and drink? Or to dress up? Tie my shoes or brush my teeth? Or even do my hair. No. Those have been the eyes who have watched every bit I am today and followed me to every remote corner – to save me from getting lost – in places and in life! Getting lost to failures, to heartbreaks, to challenges, to cons. And much more. Those have been the hands that have held mine on roads and gardens, in markets and zoos. And picked me up in arms to save me from mud and ditches; thorns and stones. I stood there guilty as guilty should be. He was still there – with us – for us.  As always. He was breathing. But a lot else had changed. It was hard to contain the negative thoughts that started knocking my skull. What could it be? Heart attack? Haemorrhage? Stroke? Or just high blood pressure. I hoped it was the last, if at all. Mum panicked and called an acquainted doctor home. He checked his pulse, blood pressure, eyes, for about 5 or more minutes. I tried to read his face, even before he spoke.  His expressions were stoic but I chose to focus on when he told us all was well. And there was nothing to worry. He wrote a prescription and advised rest. Perhaps he guessed why what happened - happened in the first place. He suggested dad to not act or react with haste, now that his age is pulling up. Calm mind and thoughtful actions would make a lot of difference in well-being. That was not only an ‘Rx’ to him, but to me and everyone – where everyone is trying extremely hard to keep up with life – and where nothing seems to be going right. Well, mostly.

Even after the doc was long gone, I remained numb and silent. It was too many emotions to comprehend and make sense of how I felt. But the one we call guilt – stood out. It was tough to ask and toughest to answer – What If? The chain of thoughts that followed this two worded question was like a Kaizen ingredient – to better me from what I was that day. At that moment in time. Moment of thought and reflection. My moment of figuring out. So I went on to ask myself - what if I had woken up to rain and forgotten about the clothesline myself? They would’ve got wet and dirty. And I would forgive myself for the loss, and justified it with how hard I work through the day. I was tired. I needed rest. Parents would’ve told me not to worry and we’d re-do them in the machine next morning. End of story. But my mind wasn’t stopping at this close. Like a pop-up window. What if I had woken up and gone out to the backyard looking at the dark skies while enjoying the rain shower and collected the not-so precious clothes. I’ve never stopped loving rains. Wherever, whenever. Maybe mum would’ve offered me a hot cup of ginger tea, like she does often. Wonderful beginning of a pleasant evening? Far better than the first. What if I did not jump out in anger – that had lingered on in my head since last night  - after someone I was hoping to hear from - did not do so. Perhaps I must’ve taken care of soon as it was beginning to feed on my energy. If someone opts out of a situation, why should I allow myself to remain in it – when there are no gains? If someone can be oblivious to me for no fault, why can I do the same? Who was the root cause of the misery that created a bad mood? I knew. It was me…

And then came my last ‘if’. What if dad had not been able to make it through that moment? It was as freaky and as scary a thought as the figure in dark - that we never see, but always scared of. It is a thought that we run away from – with all our might, with all that we have – all our lives. Until it gets hold of us – one day. Sometimes we choose it. Sometimes it chooses us. But was I prepared to choose it for my own people? Don’t we all wish to give up ourselves to save them?  And why? Because we don’t live for ourselves. We live for them. We all live for someone. Whoever that is. If it wasn’t for our parents, siblings, spouses, children, friends, and even strangers – most of us would give away life for little brushes of fate – when things didn’t happen as we wanted them to. I shivered, held his hand, and fell crying on his chest – so choked that sorry wouldn’t come out of my lips.

Anger or misdirected anger is an emotion that can completely shut all other. It has the power to crush and destroy everything you have loved and lived for. The after-effect is so dismal that no amount of money can buy and no amount of regret can restore. There is no back-up of people we love that are put up on stake. There will never be one. Remind yourself this.

So the next time, when anger comes calling – don’t pick up.

And that alone can decide - between all and none.