A THOUSAND SIGHS OF A DYING MAN (2)

Did the boy who became a man remembered the touch of his father's calloused hands that guided his footsteps through the paths in the village shadowed by dark mountains? Did he ever thought about his younger sister who got married in an another village,who now got abandoned by her husband and works day and night in that village of darkness and isolation fenced by mosquitoes and thick forest! And what happened to the brother who had 15 children? Was he able to feed them and give them schooling from his little shop where he sold expired canned fishes n pickles? He didn't know that his brother sat in the shop that stood on the village cross-road hoping that someday his younger brother who became a big man in the big city would stop by and come to visit him... A thousand sighs passed the dying man as he took his last breathe from his broken heart realising that he never remembered what he had, where he belonged to and what he should have done after he set off for his journey to the new world of pride!

A THOUSAND SIGHS OF A DYING MAN (1)

Now in between his sleepless nights, he wonders that life gave him so much... 1.Time: To fulfill his dreams. 2. Love: To pass each day with happiness and fulfillment 3. Money: To share with the poor and the needy. 4. Family: To take away the daily dusts settled on his mind. 5. A Loving Child: To whom he could have given his companion when he was walking in the long road alone.... He wonders frantically, where was he wandering all these years? How could he let himself remain blindfolded by his pride and selfish ego when life played it's snatching game and took away all those years? It pained to realise it now. Where was he during the moments that stole away the childhood from his child? When the wrinkles on his pretty wife's face started to emerge like criss-cross of troubled thoughts... Did he lived a meaningful life? Did he understood the language of tears he saw streaming down mother's face when he set off for his journey...

THE MEMORY MAKER

What should I expect from dis seemingly endless voids and free spaces left behind by YOU? My restless heart inside these walls of hollowness rages in high and low upbeats! I know how it feels like to be the one left behind, waiting. N you the one being awaited takes your own sweet time wandering mindlessly around the world chasing your dreams. And I,sit here, trying to gather the fragments of our togetherness...in a hope to enliven the beauty once again! How wretch I feel the rain pattering outside my windows know, the heartless winds know, the frozen skies know! It seems like ages the last I heard from you, though you told the future days would be bright, inside my heart I fear you must have forgotten me n lost the sweetness of our friendship amidst ur world of turmoils and turbulents. I miss your presence in your absence n I think of you more now;reading, re-reading n by-hearting ur words.. Hope you'll stumble against me again n tell me your stories... as I wait here forever for you as your MEMORY MAKER!

TO FEBRUARY WITH LOVE

As th orange sun begins to set, The young cuckoo nudges towards its mate for warmth, Daffodils sway away in perfect harmony... Like the slipping sand between the fingers, Breezy winds of February passes away... Yet here I am wandering through the woods, Golden streaks of sun streaming through the branches, The green carpet of grass The season of love is drifting away.. How I longed for February to come again...