A wail escapes from the bottom of my belly
But as I part my lips, it escapes as a frozen breath
Speak, the teacher demanded!
A throbbing heart, I could hear it ringing deep.
The world would trample you in its way, my mother sighed.
She could see the bruises of the cane on my palms.
Why couldn't you tell the answers when you knew it by heart? she wanted to know.
But, Maa I did try..I did , I stammered.
My tears choking my half eaten words
She pulled me closer, wiped my tears and as she freed my hair from those tightened plaits
She spoke of a rule which I was to abide by.
You need to win over words, you need to make those words a game
Ah I said, I do try but I have to struggle hard
They ring in my mind but don't escape my lips
She smiled at me and said you need to trust yourself!
Ah, I said I would try.
And I did try over these years
But they still ring in my mind forming loops of their own
And the moment I open my lips, they die
And I try again from the start
I gulp my fears, mend my insecurities and I speak
They come out in whispers, some fall flat some reach ears
But I remain the same, dumb to the core!
You aren't wrong this time my friend for I know
I haven't been speaking just listening
And for that you do have walls which absorb!
But, I am no wall I am a human who breathes
A human like you and everybody in the street
I speak through my silence which rings deep in my skin
And someday my silence would echo enough
For the world to say: she ain't dumb,
She knows to speak!
The one thing that I always had dreamt of as a kid was to have a caravan that could take me to places.I always wanted a gypsy styled life. The idea itself mesmerized me to the extent that I kept dreaming of it the whole time not even realising how it was time which kept on rolling but I stood exactly at the same place, my dreams could never concretize. What was laughed at as a childish game was so important to me that I keep doodling it in my memory till now. I see a meadow, lush green with those small daffodils growing by, perhaps Wordsworth's daffodils! Then I see a girl, her wild unkept hair sailing in the gentle breeze. She has a smile which speaks of solitude, and her heart , well that's swelling with happiness as he looks at her caravan, after all she finally has a life on wheels. What more could she wish for, what more can anyone wish for? It's not always that we get to live a life we conceived as a kid, life keeps on deciding our track. From what we liked doing...
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