Go away, silly one

Go away, silly one, that don’t know of loss,

dub yourself loser, leave joker, laughter not here,

wailed a lady in crowd, all noise did pause,

now clad colourful, old black dresses didn’t smear;

I spoke, I lost but a dream, not living, loving soul,

came not to mourn or share, yet I do care,

gone days of joy, nights of sleep, dreams stole,

gone thunder, rain, rainbow and lighting’s glare;

what desert, as gone the sand beneath my feet,

gone breeze, even mighty sea without time to see,

gone sweet home, now a thorn, my last retreat,

no refuge, no place known to shelter, nowhere to flee;

innocence lost, ignorance cost, spoilt forecast, time flew fast,

gone courage, morals, little laurels, tears and laughter,

gone stories, movies, idle banter, carefree canter of past,

know not where all went, my life spent, grew softer;

pride, confidence, dreams gone with skill and wisdom,

never lost any near and dear, just lost an empty dream,

not compare losses, my misery trifle, akin to boredom,

you lost forever, loved ones, to death, time’s stream;

music, song, poems and prose scribbles died long ago,

forgot drinks, dinners, friends with just cigarette in hand,

didn’t love a soul, lost none, yet your grief with me grow,

despite troubles and sorrow, your feet planted firm on land;

for you love and so live, I merely forgive, you strive, you give,

give your thought and action calmly to those that remain,

those gone, a strong memory, you forever mourn and grieve,

parent, sibling, child or friend, leave void, stain uncleared by strain;

but folks enshrined in history to pavement dweller has to leave,

all love, except vile like me that can’t, from terrorist to rapist,

even I can’t deny being loved, a love that can’t be worn on sleeve,

gone sun, stars, days and nights, not the memory in our midst;

cherish memory with tears or laughter,

dead find lease in your memories, yet how long,

perish with you, you a memory, ones in your’s, lost chapter,

no matter, unsought immortality, till lasts hear love’s song;

Go away confused one, come when know what you want, what to say,

let us in peace pray, why without clarity or purpose, you here stray?

(This is partly done and shall be continued in future posts)





Mom a Cliche

Clichés are hated by all, but the cliche you hate may be a truth for some one else. Mom is some one who loves you truly, understood by all; has been exaggerated to a cliche.

Yet there are times when one remembers the word mom though, as follows

1. One is severely hungry yet is forced to say no to food offered, for formality’s sake.
2. You’ve been morose and silent, but others complain of some behavior wrong in you, you’ll recall how she said the world was wrong while you were right.
3. When your wife says you’re selfish and you remember how your mom said she, your mom was alone selfish, and you later realize what a joke it was.
4. Everyone relies totally on someone near, be it brother, sister, or friend, or even a remote most benevolent god, but all judge your worthiness. In short all is reciprocation, except mom’s care.

There are some who’ve lost a near and dear, some who’ve known this loss that even God can’t fill, but not me who has never known such loss. May be I never will, I’m fortunate that way. This statement is a simple riddle, those keen shall easily infer.