Essays of a Wandering Mind!
Lost in trance, I move around
Hoping the shackles would be broken
By your true love!
Half here and half there
I exist as a mere shadow
In your dreams!
Yet you continue to play
As if nothing happened
Between us!
All that I can do is
To pray for you,
Sincerely, honestly, truthfully!
It’s so unfair to say
Life is all just mud and clay;
For it’s in the same sticky soil
That the flower blossomed;
Your tryst with life began
All bright and gay!
You can settle down saying
The sun has set in
Or relax and enjoy
The late evening chill;
Life’s not about dealing with dawn and dusk
It’s what’s in between where you are left to fill!
“You know what I would do if I…“ he didn’t complete the sentence; his son cut in as usual.
“I know what you would have done and I know what to do. Please spare the play acting and let me get on with my life.“
His retort left the old man staggering. But he knew his son needed him.
“I can understand your anger. You know when I was your age I was in a similar…“
“Do I have to tell you again and again? Have you no sense? Or do you think I am unfit to live on my own? I have the right to privacy. Please stop giving me discourses.“
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A travelogue which should have been written more than a month back!
How does it feel to be in God’s own country? Hmmm, a question to ponder indeed.
Welcome to Kerala screams a sign board and a much better welcome one can’t expect.
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