Those eyes of her that beamed with fierceness,
as if an undefeated armour daring the world,
Are now filled with tears of helplessness
often staring at horizon wishing
if these miles to heaven could be crossed.
Those lips that smiled humbly
remembering her initial marriage days,
telling stories of their love and younger selves,
Now fail to gather words to express her share of agony
as if only his ears were meant to hear her vulnerable bit.
Those hands that adorned 24 red bangles on each side and henna;
and never got tired of sweating blood
to build his home and family,
Now are pale and being stared at,
caressing the emptiness in between the fingers
wondering if the spaces between
could have been filled from where everything slipped.
The heart that was filled
with so much courage and love,
Now aches to beat with his absence,
longs to cook one last meal for him.
The pandemic did not just left her with a wounded soul
but also with an unprecedent earnestness
to meet him and tell him
how much she missed him each second of each day.
~ My grandmother waits to meet grandfather in another world.-
No matter how much we talk about it,
we have no idea what it feels like
each time to bid a father, son, husband a goodbye
at the possibility of never listening to that hello again
to see our entire life torn apart into two pieces
while not even having it full in first place.
~Strength-
"Beautiful eyes", they complimented her.
"Thank you (need a shoulder to cry on)", the tormented soul replied.
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Only when we step in their shoes,
we discover
how many miles they have walked barefoot,
for us.
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I wanted to sleep on your tummy forever,
you mistook it for "in"
-Diary of an unborn girl child
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If I were Trump, I would rather not justify my name 'Donald' and would avoid quacking to seek publicity!
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"What made you hot spice this time?" he asked.
"The thought that I satisy the hunger but don't fire up the tastebuds" answered the Maggi Hot Heads. 😋-
Childhood is when Mom and Dad's magic wand has the answer to every worry of life!
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