To the wind...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

When this monsoon

Showers on me

And,

Drench these dried-out memories

On this trail of Jungle

My eyes cry…

Silently…

Mom,

This wind seldom pampers me

Nor do these butterflies…

This warbler, just, chirped

And said…

Home is where my heart lies…

When this breeze

Brings to me

The fume of rising Sun

And gently ruffles this veil

Over the lake

And caress these petals…

I silently wish…

I was one of them…

I find peace to be next to you,

When I dream of...

What-not-I-possess,

And wake up in reality,

Finding nothing in my world

I am in an utter dismay…

Mom,

You won’t believe what

I underwent through

When you reclined helpless,

In that iron bed,

Entangled in the tubes of hope…

I dreamt of you,

Valiantly breaking the chains…

When your breath

Left your pious body

Mom,

I wanted to be the wind…

When I saw that fire engulfing

Your soft face,

Mom,

I wanted to be the rain!

They said

You are in heaven now,

And,

I felt your presence…

When this rain

Melts this heart,

I am sorry,

Mom

For I can’t control

These tears…

Frozen and stiff!

Mom,

I had heard of deaths

And departures…

But,

This one is 

Too heavy for me!

I had saved

Lots of surprises for you

Mom,

And

You were too clever…

I never realized!

You told not to gain

This sympathy

From these mortals…

And 

I go bold against

This adversity!!

Death made you

Silent,

Mom,

Even on that bed of logs

You looked stunning!

I am scared

Of darkness...

And,

Mom...

I lost this candle... 

But when I behold...

The sky walking along

I know,

You are here

And

To the wind...

I speak!

Author's Note

Deaths and departures are bitter than we imagine it to be...

To the wind- I send this message...
Convey to my mom
I miss home...

[ Added some lines,
To my mom...and to her place..where only the wind can reach...]

Reviews

[Augustus]

What a pleasant surprise to find a fellow 'IISc'an here. :)
This is a succinct, poignant write with lovely imagery. I loved the phrase "Drenches this dried out memories" ('this' should be changed to 'these' for grammatical correctness). And also the concept of winds and butterflies not pampering you is very evocative. You're telling us that even the great beauty of nature that surrounds you cannot cure your homesickness. Well penned! :)

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thank you for your comment and correction. And thanks for pointing out the error. I, generally, write poems directly as a post, so I accept the fact that there are many typographical-grammatical-technical errors. And for the later part of winds-butterflies-evocative message-great beauty of nature-and-cure is the core part of this poem. Human nature is diverse and for a single truth, they can come up with many definitions...So, I wonder...
I am honored.

[Augustus]

You're welcome. :) I enjoyed the poem.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thanks once again...

[Saumya]

great work....!!!1
well done..!!!
:) :) :)

[Saumya]

it was a a sweeeeeeeet and painful journey, reading this.....!!!
well done dear....!!!!
:)

[Rene Velez]

fine write indeed, this I enjoyed.

[Arabdha]

This may be the best poem I have read this year...and also the most poignant ! Makes me hold back tears...I would say 'brilliantly penned'..but that may not be enough ! a 100 from me !

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Arabdha...things are different now....and hope you got the points...Bereaved!

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

touching lines , quite clear of your affection. beautiful wordings. emotional. best wishes.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thanks :)

[de_maruf]

emotional
liked it

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

:)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A highly crafted piece that speaks truth to all readers.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Gracias :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

This poems exhibits that sense of perception that, when used judiciously, reveals a greater understanding that has occurred in the mind of the poet. Sorry, too many "that"s ... but that's the way it goes. Nice poem, S.

P.S. "Home is where the heart is!" ~ Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

True, very true :)

[Dayran]

When we are so much hankered on a certain passion the slightest sound or tune seems to have it spoken to us even by birds and the wind. I experienced that one time and wondered about the possibilities of a one language all the people in the world could share. Certainly it would be a time when we want it badly enough. Great write.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

True said.