I miss the beaches
and the mountains.
I miss our esplanade
the Marine Drive.
I miss the rides
to the markets and the malls.
I miss the bookstores
the smell of new books.
I miss the freedom
to just walk, and walk and walk.
— Suri
What are Quarantine Musings? Just some random, trivial, light-hearted (or maybe even deep?) thoughts that pass through my mind during these lockdown days.
Some state, “You’re lucky”,
But I feel that sometimes, we’re just in the right place at the right time;
When we trust the process, nature gives its fruits.
Yes, there are risks and obstacles,
But in the end – You. Live. Your. Life. Completely!
With the pains, struggles, hardwork
And with love, confidence, persistence;
We grow, and grow and grow-
Till we become invincible.
— Suri
What are Quarantine Musings? Just some random, trivial, light-hearted (or maybe even deep?) thoughts that pass through my mind during these lockdown days.
I step outside
Soak in the afternoon sun
Call out your name
You turn to look
And then start running to me
I hold you tight
Cry my heart out in your fur
Hug you and share with you
All the stories and the hurt
You are attentive
You understand my pain
You listen to me, as always
The terrible things I tell you about
The weird thoughts that I carry around
The fights, the misunderstandings,
The fears, the anguish
I tell you all, but you judge me not
You silently wink that it’ll be alright
As I weep softly with dry tears on my face
We both lay down on the floor,
You on your tummy, me on my back
But huddled together like there’s no room
You were, are and always will be
The best support system of my life.
Yes, it’s been years since we last met,
It’s been some years since you left the planet
But I hope you’re happy, wherever you are
I hope you have a big and wide open ground there
And nobody to stop you, from running around
Because, wasn’t that always your dream?
To run, run, eat and run?
You showed me, no matter what happens
We should never stop running
Feel the pain and double the pace
You were magic, the brightest light in my life
I miss you, but wait, don’t you worry
For I’ll always remember the good old days
To inspire me to run again
And not lay gasping for your presence
For it will only weaken my soul
I’ll run again, I’ll live your dream
And thus I’ll make it up to you
To the days that we’ve lost
To the times that we could have met, but didn’t.
I love you, Sweety.
Note: Here’s another poem dedicated to my dog, Sweety who passed away around 5 years ago.
– Suri
When the old thoughts creep back in
and you feel cold underneath your skin
When the old days flash right through
and you think that it’s the midnight’s blue
When you start to run quicker and faster
but time catches you swifter and sooner
When your memory’s a blurry, crumbled picture
with a tiny bit of frown and a bit of smile, a dash of tears but sprinkles of hope!
Pause. Stay. Stop. And breath…
do not fall prey to the past’s agonizing bond.
But ‘begone!’ you yell out loud to it’s face
for only then will it shiver and abscond.
– Suri
P.S.: Poetry after sooo long, yaayy! Comment and let me know what do you feel about this poem. Did you like it? đ
Day breaks, courage fails. Name crawls, memories etch. Give it love, you take back fear. The doubt you had, becomes now crystal-clear!
I feel like a blank sheet gazing, moving, trying to fit into the hollow sockets. The place that once showered love, now depicts only a pale face. A face which is half dead. A face which only pretends.
I feel like a blank sheet thinking upon words. Words to spill out of me, for when I have none. Words to save me, from the moments of turmoil.
I feel like a blank sheet, when I have to say. Say, to express, to tell them what I feel. But what do I feel? Is it then safe, to presume, that what crosses my mind at that instance is what I feel?
I feel like a blank sheet when they want answers. The answers to the questions that I think so much about. The questions that I tend to ponder on and on upon!
Yet, they say that I don’t care a bit. They say, I don’t think about the grave, important stuff. If I try and show them, my scratched, clear blank sheet, wouldn’t they all call me a bluff?
– Suri
I want you to sit besides me today.
I want you to pat my back and tell me to get up, to dust off the sorrow, to make way for light.
I want it to be like it was, in those days, just you and me, together forever. But of course, forever is a lie.
I want to tell you all those stories that you’ve missed out on.
I want to share with you anything and everything.
I want to relive the past with you.
I want to see you, to touch you, to feel your body rub against mine.
I want to play with you again, like we did then. Then. It feels so long and gone now.
Perhaps, now should’ve been a beginning to a new life, a new era. But I just can’t feel it.
All I want is to feel comforted by your presence. I want to wrap myself up in your fur once again.
I’ve always resented change and you know it so well. I can’t handle change. And the change wasn’t even normal. It was large. It was EXTRAVAGANT!!
Yes, it was my fault to not be by your side when you needed me the most. But baby, I’m sorry, can you forgive me for that? It’s too much to ask for, but I know that you’ve got a very big heart. An heart unlike mine. So much unlike mine, my dear.
I want to see you again…..
– Suri
Note: This piece of writing is about my dog who passed away a few years back.
Sense.
My wacky Sixth-sense.
Waking me up in the middle of night.
Guns.
The roar of guns.
Clattering the ground like fiery fireworks!
Chaos.
The recklessness of chaos.
Shuddering and awakening my worst fears.
Time.
Yes, our old enemy – the time.
Gave me a blurry version of four past forty.
Neighbours.
Our sleepy little neighbours.
Isolating us to figure out the truth, by ourselves.
Guys.
Seven sturdy old guys.
Ransacking the houses in prototypes.
Wish.
A sudden unexpected wish.
To be some place else but here.
Eyes.
My black bespectacled eyes.
Searching furiously for any movement, from the guys.
Ears.
My small elf-ish ears.
Straining to hear the low volume announcements.
Support.
The enormous longing for support.
This huge gush of emotions to cling onto somebody!
Lights!
Those bright focus – lights!
Flooding the place with warm rays of hope.
Men.
Some good, brave men.
Saving our lives while endangering theirs!
Siege.
End of the three-hour siege.
Brought a relief and took me back to sleep.
– Suri
You were there when I needed you the most
Protecting me, from the hypothetical ghost.
But when you needed me, I was nowhere to be seen.
Perhaps, I’m selfish, self-centred, egoistic and mean!
– Suri
P.S.: Hello, friends. Here, I’m trying something new. It’s neither an entire poetry nor a prose! Maybe I could call it Verse-Writing! How’s it? My first try! đ
Her heart skipped a beat,
When it wasn’t supposed to.
It skipped a beat,
When those thoughts lurched towards her.
It skipped a beat,
And she couldn’t utter a word.
It skipped a beat,
As it dawned to her, that things aren’t really as they seem to be.
It skipped a beat,
As she realized, she couldn’t trust anyone; not anymore.
It skipped a beat,
When it failed. Yet again.
It skipped a beat,
To let her know, that she had become a bit more weaker.
It skipped a beat,
To say that she couldn’t carry the hurt only by her own shoulders.
Her heart, that roguish little brat; and the untrustworthy old-soul,
if only he knew; that she was now breathless…
– Suri
Note: Hello everyone! Here’s my fourth poem. Am I improving? Share your views. đ
It felt magical, it felt out of the world;Â The journey to the land of innocence!
The joy in one’s eyes, the fear in another’s; The struggle of one soul, the pureness of other.
One look towards him & he gave a warm smile,
We turned around to leave and he said goodbye!
The charisma in the atmosphere wasn’t the one to be longed for;
But surely would be the one to always be remembered.
They shouldn’t be languished with pity; Instead must be adorned with love and happiness.
For those worthy of sympathy are only the ones, who have it all yet fail.
Together they dance and shout and play;
Enjoying the last days to the full extent.
Whereas, we, in spite of all the good around us,
search for that tiny pint of darkness to overshadow our hearts.
I might have visited them only for a brief while;
Yet, the smiles have been etched with a graver spade!
Journey To Another Land.
– Suri
Note:Â This is a poem that I have written as a dedication to the people staying at Orphanages. My recent visit to an Orphanage inspired and influenced me to bring out all my feelings in the form of a poem.
P.S.: This is my third poem. Am I improving in my poetry skills? Let me know, readers! đ
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