On a sunday morning
amidst the ennui & idleness
I stood out in the verandah
with my transparent countenance
Wrinkled forehead was shadowing
the frowned frustrated spasm
all along the trimmed dark brow-line.
The brows raised
as a car stopped before the door.
the door fanned out
ending the suspence as
a stick got out.
My reflexes sensed the precedented event...
The shrunken lips livened up,
the wrinkles stretched out,
The face lit with glow
when I saw my granpa comin' out...
Looking directly into my eyes
He hailed me with love likewise.
Following hubby's steps,
'my sweet grandma',
entered into the threshold
with jittering legs
and telling beads.
She has a fawning torpid torso,
short and bent like always
contrary to tall stature of my grandpa.
I ran out
crying wid happiness
took my grandpa's hands
ushered him inside.
With a gush of happiness
I announced their arrival
Everyone got up
with such agility in their knees!
Mum & dad touched their feet.
Showering them with blessings
they embraced their son with pride n preen.
The chess board was laid,
the woodened chequered box,
adorned with black & white case
The knights & bishops
queens & pawns.
all gleamed in the sunshine.
as the dewdrops on the roseline..
And the game began...
with the usual fervour & charm
his white knight galloping through his commands
queen dancing and menacing around under his wand,
he dissolved dad's every move into sand!
The tired 95 year old brilliant mathematician
retired to sleep
As grandma was preparing the bed,
smiling at me innocently
she suddenly dissolved into the cores of "reality"...
I woke up
cleared my eyes
wore the specs
ran outta house
to wave them goodbyes
but...
no one was there...
Facing the facade,
I looked up,
saw them waving me much above the terrace
through the skies...
I got over the hang-over
realized they were no more
hated the bitter-reality
wept silently
remembered them
loved them
understood the longing to see them...
For the first time
realized the sanctity of random dreams
though this time didnt get into the reverie
I welcomed another fortunate conscious of mind
that could see my grandparents under gravity....
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16 comments:
o man.
brilliantly awesome.
"that could see my grandparents under gravity...."
took my heart. how dare u write so good!
n happy birthday :)
hihi :)
thnku thnku
we often hear statements like " it was as if it wasnt real , but a dream " , its when reality n the dream world cross their paths ...smtimes a dream isnt just another dream ...
I think dream is just an extension of our thoughts while we r asleep. our thought process during the sleep is so strong that we r not able to discern between imagination and reality.
how does julia roberts look like ? you must hav got a picture in your 'mind', right? its our mind thats generating a picture of the past experience gained with the help of eyes at some point of our life. if u happen to like her, some adrenaline will flow inside making the sensation of happiness. but, the viewing while thinking is done only by the mind, not eyes, so while dreaming, its our mind thats generating a series of thoughts, related or unrelated, but no physical viewing of events with external or internal eyes is being done. everything is pictured in the mind and related hormones are released to give physical sensation of everything we see. proving that, a dream is just a dream
for example, people with schizophrenia, tend to be deluded by their thoughts coming true, so that there is no longer any thought, only reality is there for them. it happens as they have a disease where they cant harness the horses of mind.
something similar happens with us while dreaming where a subconscious thought pops up, or a current topic running throughout the day or before sleeping takes the shape of vivid imagination cum reality parade in the mind.
y dont u write more often?
i had a similar reverie, an uncle of mine (my dad's elder brother) took me for a night time stroll, i asked him, "where have you been? why have you deserted us?" he replied, "no my dear, i'm always by your side..."
i'm moved...
:) i will try to be frequent with my musings
Hmmm...
touching......
I miss my grandparents too...
We ll be so happy when we have such dreams but then when we finally wake up to face the reality its awful....
Keep writing..... :)
Thank you Vitruvian boy :)
This is well written and absolutely lovely piece of writing (Please dont mind me saying this -my only suggestion would be not to use sms type of language as it spoils a beautifully crafted and scripted piece of work.)ie words are wid, n
yeah i had been procrastinating this editing work regarding removal of sms language, i thought i could get away with it, but it will be done now that i have bothered an angel :)
no no angel is not bothered I just felt that the value of your poem would be enhanced and taken to a higher level if you edited the slang words.In all its abeautiful piece of writing.
hey was just kidding... :) thanx a lot angel ...
Wow this is fantastic..you had me going right from the word Go! Beautiful thoughts, words and pictures too!
Thank You so much Sucha :)
great work
you are blessed
Thanx Rahul !
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