Art credit: @ottokim
I woke up and
Placed myself in front of the mirror
That carefully detailed my features
The face, the eyes, the nose, the lips and my hands
My spotted skin, few scars and freckles
My smile with teeth not visibly bright; few lost
My natural silver hair ,Few black dyed and artificial
They say my skin, thin and pale; loose and sagged breast.
I call it elasticity with
channels of blue nerves visible and
Every year the invisible artist sculpts
What people called wrinkles on my face
But I call them dimples
My eyes recently got rid of that cataract still nothing changed
And the power keeps on increasing
The skin isn’t the same like it was when my mother first breast-fed me.
That change is just permanent
My lips is forever sucked in. I find this a little weird, funny as my ears too droops.
But do not worry
Oh! it’s the gravity that has pulled it down.
No more does the blood river within me flows
The ascending years have mutated me
In a beautiful way. Still I am me the same person with my story unchanged.
I did not worry like the evil queen in Snow White and the seven dwarfs
Even when my mirror spoke and showed me the glimpses of my future days
Instead I was happy because
He who created me is an Artist and I myself his Art.
Having consumed so much of this Earth
I will still have nothing to repay her back
Except after my death,my decomposed self
Ready to merge with her;
Still ready and willing to turn each page
Thank God! you never age…
The bundled pain might prick you
So very bitter and unhealthy
For your heart or for your body.
They might ache more than
The fresh burns you just had
You might apply a band-aid
But that proper medicine
Is an undiscovered priority.
Your closed bedroom,the locked heart
Is all rusted with
Heaps of untold secrets…
Even those silent sobs
Your quilt cannot cover
Neither that door.
Afraid that the sound might penetrate
All you are left is with screams,
Screams that are louder than the roars
Visibly audible only to your ears.
Nights growing more cruel than the days
Your mom may bid you goodnight
But your sleep have boarded the flight
Leaving you with an inevitable depression
A nocturnal animal you have become.
So no one except your dog can understand .
Handcuffed by these inescapable pains
Even your skin have grown pale and purple
Because they have stayed stagnant
Like erupted drops of blood , freshly clotted
Why don’t you let them flow?
Deep within they remain forever cloistered.
Why don’t you let them go?
When it has become that pernicious parasite,
Burning and eating you alive.
Do you simply want to turn into ashes?
like that piece of paper (I see there is something written on it);
or that wood (it provided shelter to many);
or that ragged cloth? that warmed those bare skin.
You might feel like
Befriending that rope
And welcome the untimely death.
But simply perishing away
With a marble tomb behind,
Is not an option to embrace.
Better embark on this mysterious journey
With the seed of purpose that is yet to blossom.
Why be that treacherous villain? a murderer of thy self?
For whom every punishment is worthless.
Look back in time
See how much you have earned. I mean not money
But the glorious wealth-friends,families.
So ending this sweet-salty life is that option
Not even an abandoned on the streets would dare take.
Life is so very valuable
Not even that famous Kohinoor can buy
So better dance your pain out
singing and accepting the rhythm of moments.
Remember? how we all have danced
To that childhood rhyme:
“Ring A Ring O’Roses
A Pocket Full of Posies
We All fall down”
But we all have stood up,
Forgetting the falling pains
See the best ailment is to laugh.
So my dear friend
Never fall prey to suicide
Better unstich the patterned pains
That so long have bruised
Your submerged universe.
Unlocking that rusted chambers
Be like that swift river always flowing,
Undisturbed from the mountains ,hills
Valleys , deserts and plains
Until they become ocean silent…
Life offers us with million colours of pleasures and pain
And in its varied flavours ,
We have so much to gain.