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...

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

So great and heart warming :)

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thank you :)

[Birdman313]

nice poem

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

:)

[Leslie Philibert]

You have a great understanding of nature, like all good poets, combined with loads of talent. You should be very pleased with this..

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Inspired :)

[Kanchan Ojha "Eureka"]

Aww...So touching :(

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

:)