When she was gone……

I was sleeping, when my uncle called,
It was three in the morning; he said she was gone,
I sat on my bed, in a state of shock,
I felt my heart, just had stopped.

I heard cries from all around,
But I couldn’t make, even a sound,
My eyes just then, caught a sight,
I saw a body lie outside,

Without a tear, there to shed,
And feeling all, blank in my head,
I walked lifelessly, away from my bed,
To the room, my grandmother was laid dead.

She was lying on the ground,
With others crying in her surround,
I stood simply staring at her,
Without even uttering a word.

I knew everyone was crying aloud,
But why couldn’t I, hear their sound,
Why wasn’t there a tear in my eyes?
The blankness, I felt, I now wonder why?

Suddenly a voice, behind me I heard,
Saying, never again can I see her,
Chills ran through me, I felt the pain,
I cried for days again and again.

N.B-> I would like to dedicate this poem of mine, to my dearest grandmother who passed away in the year 1999.

Let them be what they are…..

Yesterday, I was looking outside my window when I saw this sight. A little girl, probably around 8 or 9 years old, was jumping and playing over a pile of mud. Her laughter and giggles conveyed the great time she was having. As I watched the little girl having fun, I saw a woman, whom I suppose is the girl’s mother, come out shouting at the innocent soul. The woman caught the girl by her ear and gave one tight below her knee. The little girl’s eyes were filled with tears and her looks clearly expressed how frightened she was. I, who was watching all this happen, felt very bad. I am sure anyone who was watching this would feel the same. I don’t know if I am right, but as far as I know children are supposed to be innocent and immature. If that was so, why do we grown ups scold them for being immature, if they were meant to be so? They are children, and we scold them for not acting like an adult. Imagine a world where even small children act like grown ups, will we even know what the word “innocence” stands for? Once again, I don’t know if I am right but this what I felt, when I saw the little girl cry.

My Heart.......

My heart is small, as small as my fist,
Inside my heart, there is a long list,
Of people I love and memories I cherish,
From when I was born to the day I will perish.
People I love, start from mom dad and bro,
Husband, my love, and my cousins also,
My friends have a special place in my heart,
My GOD has been there in me, right from the start.
Uncles and aunts and my list just go on,
Is there an end, well, the answer is no.
Memories, to say I have tones of them too,
From where to get started, I don’t have a clue,
It starts from the time when I was just born,
Persisting till, from this world I am gone.
So many memories and people I love,
How do they manage to live in my heart?
What so ever be the reason you see,
I’m glad that they live in a heart that’s in me….

While she was sleeping……

It was a perfect star studded night with a crescent moon to add to its perfection. Little Mary lay in her bed gazing outside her window at the perfect night sky. Her blue twinkling eyes reflected every star she looked at. She was the finest of a 6 year old, fair as snow, soft as a cloud, cute as a bubble and a smile to catch one’s eye. A girl, perfect enough to have come from the fairy tales. Her heart and eyes were filled with dreams to see what she fancied the most in her life. Glowing fairies with magic wands and glittering elves with their magic spells was all she looked for from the bed she laid. Night after night she explored the sky hoping to see them once. This was another such night she was searching to see them all. Her eyes caught every star that twinkled and glittered outside her window. As the clock ticked on, her eyes began to feel heavier than before, till she shut them tight. Now there she is, all cuddled up in her blanket, sleeping just as an angel, in her own world of fantasies…….