she Rebuilt the house with a Coffin

she Rebuilt the house with a Coffin

In response to the the daily prompt.. my Heart goes out to the victims of Orlando shootings..

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Gretta was six, she was excited about something

she had made a house for her uncle to stay

uncle Jake was to come tomorrow

and he shall live in that little house of clay

she had made it with her tiny soft hands

how proud was she to make it so colorful

there was room for a garden

there was room for a big kitchen

the house was huge, she looked at it all day

she asked her mom a thousand times

when was uncle Jake coming to see her surprise

her eyes sparkled with enormous joy

the time was about to come, the following day

in the meanwhile

someone with a gun, accompanied uncle Jake

yes, it was the city of Orlando’s sad fate

shootings happened, many dreams died

nothing but thick red blood in sight

the cops had called to inform the family

Mom spoke on the phone really softly

tears rolled down from her eyes to her cheeks

Gretta stood behind, she consumed the reality

she didn’t speak a word, she didn’t cry

she simply went to the house she had made

there was now some more work to be done

she had to REBUILD that house of clay

now with a Coffin inside

where uncle Jake would Rest in Peace

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why did they tell me

why did they tell me

when they told me i was dying

i was left with just a few months

the illness inside me was growing

the healing cells in my body wouldn’t work

i was not prepared what my ears heard

i wanted to react, yet my face went blank

 

i drove back home, lied in my bed

my eyes open, i kept looking at the ceiling

i felt a little heaviness in me

i smiled to me ironically on the fact of dying

all of them know, they have to go

its much painful for me

for i know when

guess, am gonna die every moment now on

thinking it’s coming

till the time i die

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The Much Awaited DOLL

The Much Awaited DOLL

(A POEM ON A TRAGIC TRUE STORY OF DRUNK DRIVING CASE THAT KILLED A MAN IN NEW DELHI)

a young man tired from a long day’s work

walked back home,

stopped by a toy shop, on his lips – a smile

for his daughter waiting for a doll tonight

a much awaited one

he promised to bring it with his next paycheck

he packed the doll in a bag hung on his back

gleaming smile on his face to imagine

a child’s excitement to possess a new doll

 

dreaming his dream he crossed a busy road

started from one end, never reached the other

lifeless body laid on the road

not dreaming, not smiling anymore

 

few teenagers today had their share of a few beers

tinkling of empty bottles played music to them

decided to party, racing in a new Mercedes Benz

alcohol commanded a speed of 140mph

just a blink of an eye, hit someone, a man

with no desire to learn who, they never stopped

never looked back, racing went on

 

little girl sat by the door, looking out waiting

excited to see her father coming back tonight

hiding a doll in his bag somewhere

her wait was extended till endless time

a young man, a father, died on the road

in his arms, holding a precious gift

the much awaited doll

 

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the glass in my hand

there i do it again

what i told me I wouldn’t million times
last time
i promised be the last
when i touched  this glass of wine

no i feel no shame
here i hold the damn glass again
for with the shining glass in my hand
fade away my shades of pain

pain that brings me
to the world real
in which, you are no more
its just me that’s left
grieved, heartsore

that darkest moment

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This is about a little girl who lost her father at the age of 7. She had a younger brother and their mom was just 25 when  this tragic thing happened. This girl and her brother hadn’t even realized how their world was going to change from then on. The struggle started in their lives.

Mother struggling to earn and take care of the children without any support. She struggled with her emotions as she was so deeply in love with her husband whom she had lost. She couldn’t cry tears of pain so that she would not make her children feel scared or weak.

The girl started to wonder why her mother had stopped putting on any makeup and why does she now always wears dull color clothes. She often ran to her mother with a lipstick and requested her to wear it. And her mother would refuse (back then, in a hindu family, a widow was not allowed to wear bright colors or any kind of makeup).

Then came a day, her mother told her that their father was coming back. That he was gone for a while and now he is returning. The girl knew in her heart, its not her father, its going to be her step father, but looking at the shine on her mother’s face, she kept quite. She was surely happy about something – that her mother would start wearing bright colors and wear a lipstick or a nail paint again.

Life after that was full of struggle. Much more than it was earlier.

Years passed, the girl was now 34. She had her own children now. One day, sitting next to her mom breastfeeding her baby, her mother spoke to share how she felt when she lost her husband.

It was the first time ever she talked about the same.

She said,

“Your father was a very nice man, he helped me with everything. He was working at a high level in an organization, the same company gave me a job after his death on the basis of his seniority. He had 2 heart attacks and the third one took his life. He was hospitalized for about a month and i used to visit him everyday in the morning after sending you and your brother to the school. But that day, that dark day, i just entered the elevator in the hospital and saw a nurse with whom i got familiar with in that past one month. I greeted the nurse good morning and usually she would she would greet me back the same. But that day, she replied back saying “don’t you know?”

The floor under my feet froze. I wanted to jump out through the half open door of the elevator. Few other people in the elevator stopped me. 

That moment, that one moment was the most uncertain moment of my life. I could not consume, what had just happened. I had you and your  brother aged 7 and 5 and here I just lost my husband.”

The girl heard her mother talking her heart.

The irony of different perspectives brought tears to her eyes, that when her mother was going through the darkest moment of her life, as a child, she was busy thinking about why her mother would not wear any make up anymore!!