Pain------penned for John

“........................so, can you write about pain?..............” Anne finished reading the mail.

Contemplating what it means to her, Anne pens down her flowing thoughts.

Wish you knew how to be a good one
Promises which were broken by you
Dreams and life shattered into pieces
Your least favourite against your loved ones
The ‘day’ you left me at lurch

We did it!
Notion of creating verve is wonderful, with three hundred days in your casket
Days when the sun never rose to shine upon us
Trauma you have been through in finding peace in piece
Looking forward to the verdict of total freedom

What you offered me in a platter
Taking ‘no’ as an answer from you,which is never the other way
To make you happy, answer has been my silence, which you failed to respect
Blaming me to clear your conscience
You being still physically present, doesn’t give any mental solace

We tried to synchronize.........
Destiny fails to see us together
Though the sweet memories are there, treasure always remains lost
Failing to gratify one another
Too late to turn back time

Anne dedicates the above thoughts to her friend.

Special dedication from Anne to John!

Viji Maaa

I can’t literally explain how I feel about you
Your support
Your love
Your guidance
........and the list is endless.

Here I am, for what I am, you have been behind me

Praying the Lord for your health
And wishing you a very happy birthday and lots more to come.

When I get to be a mother, I know who would be my inspiration.

Hugs to you Viji Maaa

Wishes

A year older
Wish you get wiser

It takes a lot for you to be nicer
To the near and dear

There is no tear
Though you are not near

With pain filling her heart, tears brimming in her eyes, Anne writes in her diary.
She is fighting with her inner self. Still, the bitterness remains in her, would be there forever.
She is a part of him. But, she couldn’t see, how he could let her at lurch.
Time would heal the pained heart, she consoles herself. But she knows better. It would grow with her, but never old, fresh in her memory, ever to see and learn in life and die with her.

Not knowing where you are
Which I don’t care

Not knowing where am I, what I do
All these years you never bothered to find that too

What do you care
You know it’s not fair

Though she knows, she doesn’t care for what’s happening and knowing very well there is a sincere soul on earth praying for him, she finishes with her diary and looks up.
Stars twinkling in the dark sky telling her, “we know how you feel; your wishes will be conveyed to the distant land, to your estranged .........”
Last few words were lost in the air. She descends the stairs, wishing she can turn back time, for the second time.