Trust....

Cobwebs on the corners of the mind,

With a spidery thought in its midst,

An unsuspecting fly of trust flits by,

Only to be gnawed and nipped.

            A mammoth arachnid that’s learnt,

            That trust does not always beget one,

            A time when it was a butterfly,

            Spreading its wings in the sun.

Cruelly clipped by master fate,

And replaced with a murkier twist,

Slowly that’ll transform too,

Could it be spared the tryst?

             How oh how do I bring back,

             My butterfly back to life?

             Erase the agony, the pain, the suffering,

             The vengeance and all the strife.

Will the tiny drops of morning dew,

And the first bright rays of the sun,

Wash away the cobwebs and,

Bring back the colours and fun?

             Perhaps it has not the muscle,

             To blanket the hurt and fear,

             A storm maybe, will wash the dirt,

             In its grimness, bring back the cheer.

Valentine couple -part two

read part 1 here.

Nitika had become Akash's baby, depending on him for every single need. She knew he was always there, nurturing her like a mother does. Apart from the pain of not being able to do anything other than lying down, she did not have any regrets.

I met them again after an year. Her eyes smiled, taking over the job from her lips which could barely move. She tried bringing her thumb and index finger together, looking affectionately at Akash and her kids, signalling, what a wonderful family god had given her!  She rolled her eyes upward and then closed them as if in prayer. I knew she meant that she had so much to thank her master for. She looked at Akash and a tear rolled down her eye, and yet it was so full of love for him. She was thankful for him, for her children, who never thought of her as a burden.

"She does that each day, signalling with her eyes and fingers, trying to tell us how grateful she is to me, to her children and to her god. But I tell her, how grateful I am to her, that she chose not to let go."

A stray strand of hair on her face seemed to annoy her, and I straightened it for her,and pushed it behind her ears.She blinked.

"You see that? She thinks she is being a baby, but she is actually my queen. She is on her "Simhasan" all day long, giving me instructions on how to run her palace.' he laughed. " And we keep running around like her "mantris" . I love the sparkle of her eyes, and the glow on her face, doesn't she look as charming as she was when I married her?"

"You bet she does, Akash" I had got my smile back. I shouldn't being feeling sorry these guys. Atleast not when they were themselves carrying on with life as if nothing had happened. Who was I to spoil their party?

But when your time is up, no love is great enough to bring you back, no prayers are powerful enough to turn back the wheels of time, and no tears are moving enough to melt the heart of your master. When he calls, you must heed his call and leave to meet him.

I had been in the middle of a vacation, when Akash called me. Worry was writ large in his voice.

"Everything ok, Akash?"

"Nitu has had a massive heart attack. We have rushed her to Orange city hospital, can you come over?"

"I'll be there by evening, don't worry everything will be fine", I tried to reassure him without really believing in it myself. Would things be fine?

She struggled for a couple of days before she eventually left to meet her maker. When he brought her home for the funeral, she looked at peace and I thought I could even see a smile on her face. Akash was surprisingly calm and I feared he would go into depression, if he did not come to terms with her loss.

"Akash," I placed a hand on his shoulder, struggling for words," Let her go. She will be safe in his hands too. You looked after her well. She would have been so proud of you and your children. Look at the smile and calm on her face."

"I had to, didn't I? She looked after us tirelessly for the first half of our married life. I am glad I could tell her how much I respected her and her love for us. I am thankful to god he gave me the opportunity to take care of her. If she had left us the day she had a stroke 13 years ago, I would have lost that chance. Anyway we never felt she was any different than us. She didn't have the mobility, but otherwise she was perfect in all other respects. I am happy she left us with a smile."

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(image courtesy: google)

Unrequitted love!

The beautiful earth smiled,

As she saw the first grey cloud,

Would her knight in shining armour,

Call out to her aloud?

Would he pour down upon her,

In his arms would her embrace?

Caress and tease and kiss her,

Make her heart pound and race?

She’d pined for him for long,

Bore the separation, the pang,

Living by memoirs of happier times,

When together they danced and sang.

He had drenched her with so much love,

She had blossomed into colours of every hue,

He had crowned her with his rainbow ring,

It had killed her to bid adieu.

Hearing him thunder and glow,

She was bedewed with mounting athirst,

Oh, there he comes, he felt him touch,

Upon her silken crust.

The magical moment she’d waited for,

Arrived, but sans all its glory,

For he came down with a force so torrid,

Shattered her with his fury.

Crushing her with all his might,

Destroyed her from deep within,

The beautiful flowers, the dancing trees,

Gave in, leaving her barren.

He raged and stormed all day and night,

And tore her soul apart,

She wondered why his love had soured,

Why hate had filled his heart?

As though by some crafted design,

He disappeared into the clouds,

Never to be seen or heard again,

In mystery it was shroud!

Through days and weeks and months,

She waited and pined for him,

Her lovely colours rusted away,

Her brightness starting to dim.

The sun shone bright and golden,

It burned her delicate skin,

Parched for his love and care,

She turned to stone within.

Would she ever be able,

To trust anyone else again?

Her heart and mind, body and soul,

Shattered by the deceitful rain.