Was it you I saw last night?
In the hollow of darkness, my eyes lay shut
My limbs lost life; they’re objects of day light
A vision, I saw bubbling from my gut
I saw myself walking through a crowd,
Of indifferent faces dancing all around.
Venetian masks covering ‘em like shrouds,
Varied emotions making incoherent sounds.
The faces had arms and tried to stop me,
Slowly they formed an unfathomable sea.
Like a desperate sailor, I rushed to the shore
Closely I saw, there wasn’t a face not seen before
I tried to break away from the claws,
Of those known-unknown faces, and walk ahead
With a far sight not half as good as yours
I could still see you waiting for me at the end.
The orange turban that had become loose,
The mighty torso resting in Vishnu pose.
The purity of soul in white kurta & dhoti,
The anchor of a hand weakly beckoned to me.
The toothless smile still carrying a sheen,
The half-open eyes with a life they’d seen.
And just when I was about to reach you
My arm stretched as I jostled through
To sink my face in your sorrow-melting chest,
On my cheek let the sound of your love rest,
Crush my tiny person in your life-giving embrace,
I woke up to the reality of a dead-ended race.
Once again you played with me the game of hide
I wasn’t fast enough, and you went the other side
Grandpa, I saw you last night, you know as much
If only for one last time, I could also feel your touch !
Shivangi is a mommy to a one year old boy who gives her a better workout than her gym instructor. When he does decide to nap during the day, she blogs at http://amayzmom.com. The blog is her attempt to survive parenting by laughing it all off and is written in the voice of her baby. She is a graduate from ISB who works as a digital marketeer and is currently flirting with stay-at-home mommyhood. She thinks that babies are good people letting everyone squish their chubby cheeks, and that there should be a way to preserve their smell. She lives in Amsterdam.