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Empty handed you go into spaces

searching for  souls like collisions

of grey shapes stumbling down

into staircases heading for exit.

 

Pass this way. They are the reflections

of glassy things you see staring back

at you- images of the sun battling

against the rogue winds. Then peace

 

will come knocking at your door

peddling its sepia stained photographs

and pushing nostalgic emotions

tethered to your distant past.

 

You will not allow it. You will pretend

as if you’ve come a long way from there

and someone has to understand

that they need to break down

 

the concept of the old life you are not

now. Though they won’t applaud changes

and alone you have to float like a river

where myriad of dreams are waiting

 

to become realities and rarities.

You have to be lighter than feather.

You should embrace memories

like the colors of the rainbow.

 

Unmindful and undeterred by fear

gripping like empty boxes and chains

to the blank spaces waiting to be filled

with courage to break through walls.

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She, who had made herself contented, in the quietness and peacefulness of domestic life and who has remained unmarried.  She never complained about loneliness of going solo, though I believed she had the love of a real mother to her children.  She had the most of her daughters and her sons, even if she never gave birth to anyone of them.  But I believe she had been more than a mother who understands beyond what she can see.  She listened by her heart.

On a cold, gloomy night, when a feeble-hearted child search for warmth, her side is a tender light. Her blanket of motherly love assures.  More than what she can give, she gave without question.  More than she can be able, she lifted their spirits up, when all the world has abandoned them.  She defended them like a mighty tigress. 

Far-away, her children journeyed long to find their own reflections in life.  And she stood by, each morning by the door, whispering prayers by the heart and remembered them fondly.   Her thoughts traveled by and lovingly cherishes memories of her children when, once, she had taken care of them all.

She speaks louder in her quiet gaze.  Her eyes can pierce through a soul and can decipher the deeper need of a child.  Child, she had taken them, nursed them to grow into strong women and strong men who never compromise honesty to be themselves.

She had lived enough to a chance.  A chance to love without expecting in return.  A chance to fill her days of love and not of regrets.  A chance to keep good memories throughout the days of her life.

She waited days.  And waited more for years until she hopes to see them in her own eyes.  Hug them so tightly as she missed them so badly.  They are her world.  They are what completes her. Until she takes her flight to the afterlife.

I never had the chance to say goodbye and say thank you. I am not there to feel her silent tears.

That is real pain.  A hole ripped off my heart.  And its beyond words.

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