Behind The Blue Door

Life of poor farmer from crib to death bed...

I was in the crib,
wondering about
everything I could see.
I saw blue walls of a cradle,
I wanted to come out,
but I wasn't able to.

I was on the farmland,
wondering about
what she was working on.
I saw her in blue saree,
I wanted to play in her lap,
but I wasn't able to.

I was going to school,
wondering about
where the dirt road would go.
I saw a blue car passing by,
I wanted to have a ride,
but I wasn't able to.

I was working on the farm,
wondering about
when the drought will be over.
I saw a blue sky above me,
I wanted to have some rain,
but I wasn't getting a drop.

I was looking at her picture,
wondering about
when she will come back to me.
I saw her blue eyes,
I wanted to kiss her,
but I wasn't able to.

I was looking at my child in the crib,
wondering about
when he will grow up and support me,
He saw blue walls of a crib,
he wanted to come out,
but he wasn't able to.

I was thinking of all these,
wondering about
when it all be over and I'll be free,
I saw a blue door,
I wanted to cross it,
but I wasn't able to.
As it was just another
memory of my poor life.

I was trapped in the
sky blue memories
of my past.
Lying on my death bed,
counting my days
on my blue turned fingers.
I was dying of cancer.

Comments

Silence Speaks

I came home with an extra pencil and eraser today, he picked me up, my dad, and put a hand on the left cheek and rubbed gently. It’s not good to take other’s thing, give it back tomorrow, he said with a loving smile. He pulled me closer, you shouldn’t do that again, he said and kissed. I was five years old. Who was I to listen to him? I was eating chocolate, looking here and there, hoping no one was watching me. How was the chocolate? He asked when I came home. Colours of happiness on my face replaced with a blank expression. He didn’t ask how I got the chocolate. He probably knew I must have stolen it from somewhere, from someone. He got angry, he wanted to slap but my mom couldn’t let him do so. I was just seven years old. He threw a few words in anger. I got more homework and no dinner. But who was I to listen to him? I was playing cricket with friends on the street. My father came from the office, watched us play for some time. He smiled and taught me the right way to d

Sshhh!!! Listen to The Silence!!!

“Nothing is impossible because impossible says I’m possible.” I heard this quote from my brother, and after that, I started thinking that, “How we can say impossible is possible? Because we can’t say silence is sound...” in some of those days, I preferred to be silent during arguments, while gossiping, when someone is talking, when the house is empty. My silence was making a tone of sense. I started believing that silence doesn’t make you inactive, it would be glorious if you could listen the sound of the silence. You can listen to silence and learn from it. It has quality and dimensions all of its own. One of my memories that I would like to share with you, in my high school days, I was such a mischievous boy. I had made a big mischief. Like an every Principal, our school Principal also called my father. I was in front of my dad, worried and thinking about what he would say. But what happened? He didn’t say even a single word; he just gazed at me for a minute

My Guardian Angels

When your sisters leave the home, your home isn't the home. It's just a house... What brothers feel when sisters leave home after marriage... My two sisters got married a weak ago and this poem is dedicated to them. I don’t know you, who are you? I was wondering in the crib. you were taking care of me but you were also small, maybe five years? Wooo, you took me out of the crib for the first time, I hoped you wouldn’t drop me; your hands were too small to lift me. Waaa, Whaaa, I was crying as you dropped me. I’ll take revenge, I thought though I was too small to think. I started sleeping outside crib finally. I was able to know People around me now. I got to know you are my sister. We fought to have that single chocolate but at the end, you sacrificed everything to see the smile on my face. I remember my first day in the school, I cried to go to mom But you pampered me just like another mother from the God above On the day

Voice to My Thoughts!!!

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