It has not been long. Only a matter of a decade- a short term of ten years. Since the day you left, I have not felt any difference. Same schedule. Same aspirations. Same lifestyle.
Only, you are not there. Doesn't matter much, though. Why would it, probably?
Do you know that I no longer play with cars and robots? I am calm now. I no longer paint cats and dogs on newly white-washed walls and have my usual tutorial classes, with me as the teacher. I am no longer destructive. I am no longer disobedient.
I have long hairs now, like the way you wanted it to be. I appear more womanly now. I do not day-dream.
I have evolved from what you had seen me to be, when you left.
But, why is it that all this while I have been searching for a whisper amidst all cacophony, a touch amidst all pain, a flower amidst all thorns? Was it hope or was it desperation?
Was it you or was it me?
Who was right and who, wrong?
Ma, ten years are short. I have a whole life to live without you.
You disappeared in the foggy road,
You never came back again.
You were the one who taught me to look at stars-
And now, you,yourself, is a star.
What, once, I called the PRESENT,
Is now a PAST-untold, unheard and forgotten.
Is now a PAST-untold, unheard and forgotten.
I am not lonely.
I just don't have a mother.
Ma, I am fine.
I am really fine-
Without you.
Without you.
22nd March. Again. You. Me. Us.
(DIshani Roy - https://www.facebook.com/dishani.roy - posted this on her Facebook timeline at about 4 am on March 21, 2015.)
(source: https://www.facebook.com/dishani.roy/posts/674879805973241)
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