Vyapti's Dreamland - Page 42

Go away from my home.

I will rip your picture into pieces.

What?

To throw you away from my home

I will have to return

Whatever you have given me?

Is that even possible?

How do I give you back

The support you had given me

When I had almost lost my mind,

When everyone turned against me?

How do I give back the poems

That seem to be written by me

But only flowed because you listened?

How do I give back the joy I got

From likes and comments?

How do I take back

The years-old chronic back pain

That fell away like a dry leaf

After being exhausted, defeated, helpless,

I asked you to take charge

So that I would not remain unbathed

For weeks?

How do I give back the ornaments

That you gifted me?

They are so costly.

Oh, so much money!

The trip that you gifted me,

The breathing under open sky—

Should I return that too?

The courage to break rules,

The strength to fight against

Those I am supposed to respect,

The mischief of making fun

At my own pain—

Is there an end to the things

That I should return to you?

But don't worry, dear.

Love, gratitude, loyalty, truthfulness—

These are not my forte.

So I will not return a thing

That you have given me.

Now, go away from my home.

I will rip your picture into pieces.

Listen, listen, my side-pillow,

Listen to the word that

I wanted to say for so long

Yet could never say.

You know very well that

I am lazy, selfish. But

Do you know what my dream is?

My dream is that

I will hug you close to my heart,

Fall asleep and

The sleep will never end.

No, dear, not death.

No end of sleep,

No worry for food,

Zero burden of work.

Only the pleasure of your touch--

Oh, what a pleasure that is!

In that happiness,

My body, mind, everything---

Will submerge completely.

Both poems show the dedication and the love carried for the illusory associate wonderfully and subtly. Love these poems, Nibedita.

Thank you Madhuri