An unfinished poem

        Emerald ring (gift from Daddy)

Away from the maddening crowd

Away from traffic that does not cease

Away from streets that have no ends

Away from people in a rush to be someplace; somewhere

Without a polite exchange of word



A mile away from all this

And the surrounding is a contrast altogether

The sky is clear; there are no hints of clouds

Birds chirping and fluttering around


Lush green surroundings as far as the eyes can see

In the midst stands proudly a modest house


A perfect blend of modern and traditional art


The beauty of the humble abode speaks for itself

The garden that is a home to many

Is something out of a fairytale



This is the place I call home


Sitting close to the garden-fountain

I hear the rustling of the water


A far cry from the city noise

I even feel a soothing breeze occasionally





I hear voices 


Voices getting louder– an argument


A wise pragmatic opinion; yours

An energetic humanitarian retaliation; mine

I adjust my eyes and focus





I see you sitting close to me


The scent of your aftershave lingers in the air


Despite the difference in opinion

We come to a mutual conclusion


We always do, miraculously we always do

You then sneak out a cigarette from your pocket


I instantly see it and give you ‘the look’

You make that adorable pleading face


Which you know you can get away with


I can’t say no to it and you sense that





I give in with a sigh

As soon as you get my consent


You light the cigarette with lightening speed

You earnestly enjoy your first puff

Like a child enjoying the first bite of his candy



You are careful not to let the smoke


Come anywhere close to me

Yet I give you the disapproving look

You smile sheepishly while you enjoy your cigarette

You know I can never say no to you



The moment is fleeting

We have yet another argument


A petty one


Both hot headed and adamant

Both bent on making a point



Me; the stubborn one who won’t give in


No matter what


You; the wise one

Always the first to melt


Even when my argument is gibberish

I look at you– I admire and adore you


Your humbleness, your sincerity, your creativity

But I don’t say a word

Instead I have a smirk on my face

Looking back now, I wish I could wipe off that smirk

I hear a voice constantly calling


We are interrupted

Mother has been calling for the past five minutes

I look to your side– you are no longer there

Strangely the scent of your aftershave has evaporated into thin air

I am at your favorite spot in the garden

But you are no longer there


I seek for you everywhere


The search seems to end in vain


A figment of imagination; u were



I hold back tears as I walk towards the house

Invisible tears and silent cries


All embedded in me

I seem normal to the world


Inside I am shattered



Whom should I blame? 


An unknown force; for snatching you away from me


You; for leaving without saying goodbye


Or me; for loving you unconditionally that I cannot let go

I cannot seem to decide; maybe we should debate on it! 



I am aware that no one will ever love me


The way you did

Let alone understand me without ever having to explain myself

Besides one other person, Ruta, my best friend


And yet you leave me? 



Now I tread alone

My aspirations have vanished

I know I have to move on


My head says so

My heart refuses to pay heed



An unfinished poem; this is

For I know we have yet to meet again


Somewhere, someday


And after numerous arguments


We could finish this poem TOGETHER




“I miss you Daddy


I am always amidst a boisterous crowd


Yet, every passing moment I long to be with you...”

…

EC