Advantages Memories rekindled
Disadvantages None
It was 28th June, 1987 at 7-30 PM when I reached Thrissur, my home town in my native state of Kerala in India, hearing that my mother was seriously ill and was admitted to a hospital. I had to fly from Dubai the previous night via Kuwait and Goa, rather than by a direct flight to my state capital. When I reached the hospital, it was too late and she had passed away, just ten minutes prior to my arrival at the hospital.
I looked at her motionless body. The earth seemed to stop and the whole world ripped apart in front of me. Those eyes would never look at me again, those lips would never smile and she would not call my name any more. Her bosom which transfused life into me would never heave again and her hands would no longer hold mine and she would never hug me again. My throat choked, my heart twinged, my eyes let out a flood of tears and I wept without any inhibition.
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The shadows lengthened the day came to an endDusk approached the horizon changed to red
Into the lake the sun submergedReturning birds thronged the nests
Carpet of darkness slowly spreadNight flowers blossomed and danced
Spraying fragrance all around
On the dusty village lanes
A song became so clear very audible
The wind was blowing mercilessly cold
Notes of the song became clear and loudA figure I saw silhouetted against
A blanket of darkness thrown amidstHer white clothes fluttered in the wind
Her voice was emotional words so sadMy arms opened to hold her close
Like a child she cried in remorse
"Where were you all this long?" her lips quivered
"I was here all these days", my voice shivered"Will you meet me here every night?" she queried
"Till there is the universe" my words reveredFlying back with her arms stretched
Without a sign soon she vanishedI craved again to be the baby of my mother
Longing for her love and care for everYearning for her touch so rare and dear
The sky became black with moving cloudsLightning flashed with thunder very loud
Torrents of rain made the lanes floodThe swirling waters made me tread
The unknown fathoms of the oblivious end**********************************************************************
"All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother. I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life."…Abraham Lincoln
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VanessaCKAdams 13/06/2012 11:07
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CGholy 13/10/2010 17:11
I like it. :)
thinkingforyou67 30/03/2010 03:32
is this astro travelling.... gotta be x
Wils0408n 30/05/2009 13:36