I wanna go back š. I spent the first six years of my life here. This specific window led to my grandmotherās tiny garden. Every once in a while she would have it opened to tend to the plants. We both would stand on this side of the window watching the plants being watered or the guavas being picked from the guava tree. Thank you ammu for opening this gate for me that day. The rain, the atmosphere, and the vehicles on the street both heightened my emotions and brought back many beautiful memories. I am going to cherish this moment forever. And thank you for keeping dadiās garden flourishing all throughout the years ā¤ļøā¤ļø, even though it has changed quite a bit…. the jackfruit tree has gotten smaller and the guava tree is no more. Even in dadiās absence, I feel her presence every time Iām here š.
sadness
Battles
keep your head above the water
because if you don’t
you’ll have no choice
but to go
under
She Weaves Me A Casket
Weaving,
etching meanings without words.
Weaving memories,
reaping love;
I mimic her tune.
Weaving magic.
Weaving beauty,
from the inside out.
She beckons me to watch with her,
the jubilant sun,
waking up from its slumber.
Beckoning me,
and I watch with her,
everyday,
a routine.
I always find her there,
standing,
wishing the sun āgood morningā,
as the morning slowly awakes,
stretching and yawning.
She weaves me into faith,
every night,
reciting prayers,
thanking God for the blessed life
He granted us,
and hope that we keep on
leading a blessed life
for many years to come.
Hope that we reap
many more years
of happiness.
She weaves tears,
and so do I.
I donāt want to leave her,
for a foreign world.
I want to stay.
I want to grow up,
beside her.
I yearn to see her again.
I long for her grandmotherly love.
I cry for her but to no prevail.
Unknowingly,
she weaves me a casketā¦
leaving me in the open,
alone,
by myself.
Wearing a white shroud,
I bury my tears,
my pain,
my soul,
under the earth,
hoping it will stay there.
She weaves me a casket,
closing me in between four walls,
abandoning me forever.
Lucidity
I had a dream today. No. Not a dream. I was awake and lying in bed. I was remembering the time dadi died. How the news of her death reached my parents’ ears. It’s strange, I never think about how the news of her death came. I know how she died and when she died. But I never remember how the news of her death reached us. Baba crying in silence, ma wailing at the side. I didn’t know what was going on but itĀ was the first time I had seen baba cry.
When news reached my ears, I wouldn’t believe it. I remember that I kept telling myself that it was just a mistake. That it’s not true. She could not leave us. That night I prayed to Allah with all my might. But it was of no use. You could not take back what was already taken.
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I wonder what they did with her flowers.
Sweep Me Away
Sweep me away…
sweep me back into eternal darkness.
Let me reside in my shadows.
Sweep me back
and let me be swept away.
Let me cry.
Let it fill my heart
till it overflows.
Let me empty it unto the ocean
as vast as my eyes can reach.
The clouds take me away again
and sweeps me across the sky.
Let it rain.
Let it rain.
Let it rain.
