14 April, 2007
What do I search for,
Moving from
One room to another?
Opening cupboards,
Watching clothes
Still stacked
Neat and clean.
Waiting endlessly for
You all to come
Come back to me;
To the rooms
So empty and bare;
Bereft of love and care
That you all filled
The rooms, the space
And my life with!
I take in my hands
Put close to my face
The clothes smelling
Of your body odour
Still fresh and lovely.
Refresheningly healing
Touching and feeling
Bringing reminiscence
Of brightness and colour.
That filled the home
With reverberation
Colour, music
And songs.
Hard rock blaring
Making feet to tap
And eyes dance
The lips widening
In smile so pure.
That even today
I hang around
For you to come
To be around,
One more time!
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A wonderfully written poem by a composer who is so calm and composed herself. Saroj Bhabhji through this poem has brought up the true and pure emotions of a mother hoping to be with her family. It potrays solitudness in a very beautiful way which can bring tears to your eyes but at the same time touches your heart very deeply. A story of all mothers, words will be less to appreciate this poem.
I get the same feeling what I get when I read Mahadevi Verma. I come to this blog page to enrich with thought provoking writings and poems. Excellent work! BTW, no recent articles on Mahabharat? What about something on Eklavya!
AV