No mom, we are not separating
There she stands,on the fifth floor,
my mother, erect and still,
a small faced woman and
Even smaller now
Bidding farewell on the balcony and
mseems an inch long wearing her
red dotted slippers
and a pony long-stretched
A most comic person though quite alike now
Pale and face more faded than ever
Tears mock at her but
She be still hides them swabing her hand
Tough for others, Tougher for herself
Her eyes red and deepened and
beneath a smile wrinkled, dried and
liked by all
I moved a four but she didn't but
her head
She dumb, numb and dead as a doornail
All sorts of pain resides in her and
she couldn't show, she couldn't weep,
She couldn't speak
as this would make her child weak
And as customary flared her hand at me,
erect still, she felt me separating
And she stared me for long
and for long stared the way I went.
#review #shiningstone

Lockdown Day 1



A silver flagon with Japanese imprint
Sidney Sheldon taken off shelf
Bookmark pulled out
Couch fixed and cookies beside
Preparing for complete solitary
Day 1 and seemingly all fine
Mom's troublesome extravagant precautions demeanour
Doors-bolted, windows shut
Curtains drawn, mouths zipped
And father discovered, from trash an ancient half-cracked skin toned carrom-board
but little sister cried for snakes and ladders
And we chose to end-up watching television
Mom fried some 'Bread-pakodas' and 'papads' for us
And we all were on a 21-days tour
Played rummy, cracked jokes, we faked smiles on daddy's jokes and took interest in mom's third year break-up story
Had supper and on bed for second day of lockdown
#review #shiningstone #all #days21lockdownstory