It is that time of the day
When I go to my bed
My wife sleeping by my side
My son sleeping by my side
Me awake
Rubbing my tummy
All the pretenses of the day
Let go
Then in that unburdened space
A belly laugh
Soon darkness will engulf
I will fall asleep
For some reason
And no reason at all
It is special
An afternoon
On a Sunday
I am watching the sunlight outside
There is some impending sleepiness
The mopping machine is working in the background
Tulika telling me something to give my voice for
I decide to sleep
The place I was sitting
The problem was that the legs could not be extended
As there was blanket kept on the bed
Tulika was telling me to do something
And in the middle of this
I slept
Trusting the world will keep spinning on it’s axis when I wake up
The work will be taken care of
One good sleep in the middle of everything
Like stealing one good moment from the hustle of life
Without thinking much
And somehow felt so good when I wake up
And to write this into a poem is almost a sin
No great moments, no great story, nothing great
Yet, simple has won my heart forever
And this is one hug to that experience of simple in our lives
I have been hurt
Many times
Once when I was playing
It was painful
Yet , playing was too much fun
Once when I loved
It was painful
Yet, loving is my essence
Once in friendship
It was painful
Yet, friendships makes me trust in humanity
Every time
There is hurt
Something changes
Sometimes the play changes
Other times the player
Sometimes, the people you love changes
Other times, the way you love
Sometimes, the people that are your friends
Other times, the way you choose a friend
Hurt is life’s way
To pause and look
In and out
To see life as it is
Into the corners of our hearts
Which we have chosen to ignore
My son
Watches me
Without blinking his eyes
With an unconditional love
When his eyes become smaller
With a half baked smile
It is the showering
Of the blessings of God
He doesn’t know who I am
As if the God is looking at me
Saying that I don’t need to know
Who you are
Life is cruel
At some levels
Yet
In some moments
It simply makes sense
I write
And people said good things
I write
And people said nasty things
I write
Sometimes
To some of them
Thanks
Fuck you
Okay
I write
About the noise of the traffic
In a busy city
I write
About desires in people’s eyes
Sinful and alive
I write
Honestly
I write
The maddening rush of people to dominate
Come what may
I write
Of friendships broken
In a heartbeat
I write
Of love suspending in time and air
Freezing the moments of truth
I write
The hearts caged by the people whom you trusted
I write
Of magic
in the mundane around
I write
Of an ephemeral
life
I write
When life
wants to express
I write
I write
I write
I lost in love
She lost in love
And we got married
I stopped eating sugar
The sweetness she brought in my life was enough
To smile once more
To care once more
To take a chance once more
I don’t know what love was about
But life is about this
