Monday, July 22, 2013

It Was A Sunday

(Becky standing on the porch and looking at the person approaching)
A white old car, parked on her stoned side walk
Her pretty little sister, now a smart lady got down
Wore a simple attire and a hesitant walk
Did she know her, what should she say??
There was no contact, years of silence was what they had.

(Sara sitting inside the car and looking at the person standing on the porch)
The same old house, that swing on the porch, was no more there.
Everything looked changed but still felt the same.
Her brave sister, her childhood star, waved at her.
Wore a simple attire and a welcoming smile.
That comfort under her shelter, but that expectation in the eye.
Did she know her, what would she answer??
There was no contact, years of absence was what she had.

(That moment which took like forever to come, and was just a minute long)
The Impulsive grasp of their caress
That familiar touch but different smell
Regret, in no words they said.
That long minute melted into a second.
Gravity in the silence of birds around.
Broke in whisper, when Becky said “Come on in"

(Angry John) 
Long hair and disgusted look 
Sitting beside driver's seat 
Eighteen and ferocious, for never to be treated as one
Angry to have been brought to this unknown place 
Hated being informed today that he had an Aunt 
Mad in the gloom of questions , which Sara never answered

(Back home) 
Do you call it home?
Where it was all bitterness in the food Sara made
Careless concern which she never forgot to show
Strong belief in her coldness, that his every step was a mistake.
But he still lived with her, and survived.
For she was his mother, his only family

And again 
Here he was 
Sitting in this damn car
Waiting, when will Sara remember about him.
(Sara calling) 
Come on in John
Look Becky that is Him.
He is my kid. Too Smart a boy
Not at all easy to handle 

(John Meets his Aunt) 
How similar they looked,
But so different she was from Sara
Becky hugged him tight
Gazed his face in her gentle hands
Said that he had his grandmother’s eyes
And again she hugged him tight
And whispered “Come in “

(The present that took them to the past)
The living was clean as always
AC was making that usual sound
Those uncomfortable wooden chair
Served were­ hot pancakes

 (It was a Sunday)
Sara’s last day at home
Becky made pancakes
An awesome cook
Very smart and capable
Worked, did more than she could
Sara so wished to be like her
She never knew her mother,
No more than a picture on the kitchen wall
But last night they had a fight
The more right she wanted to do
The more it went out be wrong for her sister
She was beginning to feel less
Succumbed to her own emotional standards
Expectation in every eye for her, was tough to handle,
In haste she left
Broke, Becky’s heart
Never to return back till this day

(Right mistake)
Love makes you mad
Sets you free as a kite, with no restrain
A broken heart realizes late
Sara learnt this the hard way
Six months pregnant, John’s father left 
Difficult to cope with her own mistakes
She found a new hope in John
Named after her father

(Single Mom)
Never in her life had she cooked
But she did for John
Woke up early and slept late
Worked two jobs a day
Cared to give him a good education.
Ashamed of her past
She shared less with John

Scared if he knew her mistakes
He would even hate her more
So she let it the way it was
Never tried to make amends
He still lived with her, and she survived.
He was her hope, he was her boy

(Her incomplete home)
Nowhere was her life, except the same old house
She was born here.
Looked beautiful, same as the picture in kitchen wall
Never was she married, but she was Sara’s mother
Sara left, but she could never leave
Because their father, he had always been sick
Bedridden for all his life.
She feed him, took every care for him
Both her mornings and nights were with him.
His condition was now very critical
She contacted Sara, she could also be with him
Share his last moments with him
He was her father
Her family

(He found home)
It was his first time here
The warmth of Becky’s hug
Felt like home forever
He was treated as a man
Becky discussed the problems with him
He got all the answers from his Aunt
Understood the careless concern of his mom
All his gloom was gone
He was a gentleman from now
And asked his Mom
Let us not go back
We found our home


navin said...

Awesome man!!
Double thumbs-up!!

shivani said...

Thanks man :)