We are told that the ladies who are the easiest to look after are the most blessed.
The question remains, do we treat them as the blessings that they are said to be? Do we treat them as they should be?
Or do we, because of their low maintenance, just neglect their needs?
Because they do not make a fuss and create havoc every time their needs or wishes are not fulfilled, do we overlook their needs? The things that make them happy? The subtle forms of care and love that could overjoy them?
Do we forget doing the things we would for other people because they might just start throwing things in our face? And because these ladies make no such nuisances, do we just ignore them? Take them for granted?
Or for that matter, any person who does not explicitly counter our ways, or do not make extravagant demands, do we take all such people for granted?
Planning things, eating out, conversations, or anything for that matter, any plan, we never consider these “low maintenance, considerate” people.
Is this what someone’s consideration is worth? Is this how they should be treated?
Or are we waiting for them to snap and move away to start looking at them and looking out for them? Or caring for them? And if we do, would it be what keeps them with us? Happy and content?
Or would they have moved too far before we realize they have given up on us?
It was easy calling one special.
A few words of appreciation.
It was easy to get through.
A naive heart.
They all said love empowers.
How you yearn the beloved. Happy.
Distance never matters.
Did they not ask a yearning heart.
The pain, trauma.
Watching beloved associated with another.
The smiles they would share.
A life time together.
Why didn’t someone mention the pain?
The dull ache when you see beloved with someone else?
Happy. Oblivious to your pain?
Everyone has phases in life. Childhood, school, tuitions, college … Every phase has different people associated with it. Different bonds, different relations. Expectations. Aspirations.
And somehow sharing a part of life turns insignificant when a new phase is introduced. Somehow everything associated with a phase is let go. Maybe to make a place for new things. Maybe it is an escape way… who knows!
The only remnant we let ourselves have is a piece of paper signifying the time we spent, toiling.
Why was it so difficult to give people some space in life? To give time to people we once so cherished? Who meant the world to us at some point of time. Are our schedules actually so busy? Do we care so less?
From another perspective, we hold images of people we have met. Some memories. Some traits. And over time we tend to idealise them. Maybe we are afraid we won’t find them the same once we reconnect. Maybe they refuse to recognise… Maybe the place we had in their lives has been replaced. Maybe we fear the change in them.
Pleased by the butterflies
The surge of dopamine
They forgot about life’s plan
And signed up for a heartbreak
They roamed hand in hand
Heads lost in reverie
But life had no change of plans
Pain, regret coming through.
They fought hard to be together
To reverse the fate they faced
Broken hearts bled for long
As if a part cut out
Far away they couldn’t sleep
Hearts yearning for each other
Their eyes wept, counting stars
The gloom of a moonless night
Someone trying to make sense
Mentioned they had signed up
Pain and heartbreak inevitable
Once you dare love!
They had been the guiding lights
on the paths dark and dreaded
They had been those helping hands
pulling us out of dispair pits.
Like stars shining bright at night
giving hopes of a coming dawn
Instilling hopes of a better tomorrow
the feeling, “Together we belong”
When we cried being homesick
scolding, supporting, through thick and thin
like an elder sibling does
Their memories fill up the place
leaving a mark everywhere
They opened up the doors for us
so we could transit to the better
clearing the bottlenecks and boulders
creating paths for predecessors
Bidding adieu, leaving behind
empty places and a trial to follow!
I remember back a year this time
we all had horror speaking through eyes
We tried in vain to console the heart
but he knew more than he was taught
Hope that flickered on every call
trying frantically, maybe someone would get my call
Alas! for a week I lay inconsolable
thinking of the worst with those betraying tears
Ah! how I had seen the devastation from so far
so keen to keep an eye on everything from here.
And yet I got no news of anyone dear
only a frantic sister who cried as hard
That one night after a week so long
when suddenly someone from home had called
I didn’t know the number displayed
but i was too happy someone could connect
Even if a stranger i could ask a little
only turning out to be my own sister
And what relief to hear my dear mother
how i had yearned so long to hear her
Yeah, everyone was fine in there
thought flooded, my dad was still there.
And how i felt grief come over
what was the need for dad to stay there?
How i longed to go back to him
how much i cared and how much i missed him
Gradually everyone called in to say
how they are fine and nothing to be afraid
Though I had my own conflicts with family
I then knew they were no less than the deity up there!
And sometimes the only fault
Is how goodbyes are said
A little bit of inseparation
Brings floods unknown
All milestones get delayed
Everyone gets welled up
Some things just can’t be normal
One of them parting goodbyes
Some console some redicule
Some call it justice of Divine
None could understand the misery
The mother was hiding behind
Wondering how miracles happen
How babies are born
And how a chosen few get
More then the required
And the only fault in destiny
Was an extra chromosome
the one which didn’t part
Didn’t dare to say goodbye!