Swings of a rhapsodic mind

There is so much to lose Yet so much more to gain So much of happiness Yet a gush of pain "In moments", I hear him speak  And I open my palms to his barren touch And love comes splashing aided by fagun. It's spring in my part of the world Specks of his colour adorn my lifeless portrait And even if for fleeting moments, I have it all.

Burrying the dead has never been easy but keeping the dead alive is a hell lot more difficult. Recently, I lost my maternal grandfather (baa). The world around me has been convincing me that he being at the opulent age of 83, it is okay to accept the fact that he couldn't make it to 84. "He saw life for decades altogether", they say, got his children married,  saw his responsibilities settle,  even saw his grandchildren grow, what more does one except from life. Sounds convincing right? No, I would never settle for those answers. He wanted to live and for that he was willing to try. He was willing to take care of himself to the extent possible so that he doesn't have to die and now that he is gone, now that I see his walking stick left unattended in a corner, I don't want to buy any of those reasons that people have been putting forth. I miss his deep yet subtle voice, his warm smile, the life lessons he always had in abundance to share. I know he has left us but

It was a cold December day,  she ran across her department corridor in search of some faint sun rays which escaped out of those dusty Windows. She hated damp places . Her throat was sore from fever and her eyes had transformed into fire balls. She stood leaning by the window unaware of how time ticked away, time just flew whenever she stood there for she felt she could never have enough of it. That was what she did everyday during those boring break hours. Her friends wanted to drag her away to catch some fresh air but she preferred not to for they little knew what made that dusty window corner her favourite spot,  it had sunshine and a view that she wanted her heart to hold. The window overlooked a tiny island in midst of a pond which was home to a herd of rabbits who were nonchalant to the world around them. Each passing day, the window brought her closer to their world. Winter slowly slipped away into spring, the tiny rabbits stopped basking under the sun. They started keeping

A skipped heart beat A cold night without a shawl A score which reads "0" A morning without sunshine A cat caught in a storm A call with no one to answer "hello" A book with its last pages ripped A cassette with no song Rain which doesn't meet the earth It's how the world would look without you. Hold on Now read this : What if the heart is in pain What if the night freezes you What if you score a constant 0 What If the morning holds no sunshine What If the cat has been shaken to it's bone What if you don't hear that familiar "hello" What if the book holds no ending What if there is no music to your ears What if you don't feel the rain in your skin You still have everything so green in your memories. The touch which feels so close The melody which never fades The score which frees you from judgement The morning which is bright and warm The cat in its fluffy coat indoors The familiar deep yet chirpy "hello&