Theres a strange glare in their eyes as if they have been searching for something so relentlessly for so long a time. "Has he come ... have you come to see us ... "
At the dusk of your life you stand at the top of the stiff cliff facing towards the setting sun probably imitating your own span and try to reassess for all those days you have been here, unlike the sun who has to shine each day and set for the next one to come, has but no choice to reason for why it shines. Its been a great life .. being a kid playing with the coarse sand on the coastline .. growing up .. having a family to care .. rearing children .. helping them stabilize as they are this day .. and then moving in search of tranquility which has been lost somewhere in this long journey. Its not lost rather, split into fragments spent in fulfilling the requirements of each relationship.
Why ... What have i got .. nothing .. just to wait for my kids to come along and embrace ... Never reallie questioned why did he pee on the bed; cuz he was too young .. never questioned why she couldn't take care of herself, she was too young to take care of herself ... but today my kids think of me as a burden. My speech is no more heard, and thoughts age old. Yes technically its a generation divide .. but does that reallie matter .. What abt them when they were so young and feeble .. there was a gap then too .. now that i have grown old am i an outcast ???
That probably goes inside these minds .. they dont tell me .. but their speechless actions tend to be transparent gateways into their minds. She holds my hand so tight .. with her broken speech .. even my son is like you .. They call it old age home .. where you throw in your parents .. those who are the sole reason for your existence .. yet you have the courage to make them stay away from you .. It has become a trend; i cant question!
Its not abt an old man or an old lady .. its abt millions put into so called homes .. far away from their very own kids they have given birth to .. Its abt those lives who are at their dusk .. about them seeking nothing but some care .. unlike the one we sought after when we were born .. its abt her hopes .. his questions ..
"still hoping for they might come down to embrace us .."
Its 10:30pm .. this old lady is standing right in front of me in the platform, with fresh lilies .. knit well to form indian garlands .. still hoping for a customer who might be the reason for her piece of bread ...
At the dusk of your life you stand at the top of the stiff cliff facing towards the setting sun probably imitating your own span and try to reassess for all those days you have been here, unlike the sun who has to shine each day and set for the next one to come, has but no choice to reason for why it shines. Its been a great life .. being a kid playing with the coarse sand on the coastline .. growing up .. having a family to care .. rearing children .. helping them stabilize as they are this day .. and then moving in search of tranquility which has been lost somewhere in this long journey. Its not lost rather, split into fragments spent in fulfilling the requirements of each relationship.
Why ... What have i got .. nothing .. just to wait for my kids to come along and embrace ... Never reallie questioned why did he pee on the bed; cuz he was too young .. never questioned why she couldn't take care of herself, she was too young to take care of herself ... but today my kids think of me as a burden. My speech is no more heard, and thoughts age old. Yes technically its a generation divide .. but does that reallie matter .. What abt them when they were so young and feeble .. there was a gap then too .. now that i have grown old am i an outcast ???
That probably goes inside these minds .. they dont tell me .. but their speechless actions tend to be transparent gateways into their minds. She holds my hand so tight .. with her broken speech .. even my son is like you .. They call it old age home .. where you throw in your parents .. those who are the sole reason for your existence .. yet you have the courage to make them stay away from you .. It has become a trend; i cant question!
Its not abt an old man or an old lady .. its abt millions put into so called homes .. far away from their very own kids they have given birth to .. Its abt those lives who are at their dusk .. about them seeking nothing but some care .. unlike the one we sought after when we were born .. its abt her hopes .. his questions ..
"still hoping for they might come down to embrace us .."
Its 10:30pm .. this old lady is standing right in front of me in the platform, with fresh lilies .. knit well to form indian garlands .. still hoping for a customer who might be the reason for her piece of bread ...
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