Maa

"Mirror mirror in my room

I proclaim my mother is the queen of this kingdom"...

She laughed a bit,

Then her eye glinted in tears,

Stretching her arms she called me to hug her more tightly than ever.

I always wanted to know the reason of her being over emotional but she always dropped the question and today I got that chance again...

And with a gentle effort, I again asked the same question and was waiting impatiently for her reply!

But it soon turned out to be a failed one with a giggling smile on her face.

In the smell of spices and bedazzling street lights her thoughtless mind tells me more years to go for understanding her.

But maa I'm scared to grow in the world of selfish people. Even the pasts look prettier and I tried to grasp them eventually it landed me in a messed up situation. 

Times slip away and it tortures me more, makes me more broken and empty inside out.

 For some I found you sleeping next to me if I only could know how you know me so well,

But the tenderness of love and warmth we shared is non-negotiable 

I wish these days weren't made to pass for 24 hours a day fell short for me to call you when I ran out of emotions and suffocated silently under pillows.

Whenever this happened at night you asked me to sleep over still I should've prayed for it, maybe almighty could've granted it...

Growing up I saw the same windows, the white ceiling, the shady garage in the neighborhood, the whistling pressure cooker to the voice chanting Gayatri mantras. Simple old things since then bored me and I would be wandering in between half asleep and being awake.

You never told me, "Why these things are performed daily as a ritual " ...?

Maybe you knew I was going to be addicted to these things.

Because you're the one 

My Maa.