Birthdays are meant to be celebrated,
A few end up being mourned as well.
Originally posted on 11th june, 2020. I had written about a birthday being mourned because my bua (eldest paternal aunt) had died last year in April and on this day it’s her birthday. She will always be missed both in a happy and sad state of mind. Such a paradoxical feeling a birthday can bring. 💖💔
She was standing there in her favourite brown suit and shawl below the house where she used to live when I was a kid- the place I used to go to daily at night, her home. I was sleeping inside the room, not wanting to look outside, having a gut feeling like there was something wrong, something paranormal and when I peeped through the varandah, she was there, just standing.. with no expression, no noise, no demands..just standing in the mid of night, in the cold, still existing even after losing her existence.
…..And then I woke up.
You were not the shine,
You were the light
It’s your teachings and behaviour
That have guided me to choose the right
Whether in humanity, love, or fight,
You will always remain with me and inside of me,
With my every breath
I will keep missing
the smiling face
and beautiful presence of thee.
[HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO ALL💜🤗😇]
I could see you
Talk to you
Hug you and share a smile..
Some things really become impossible..
I can do that only in my dreams
or wide awake in my mind..
Sometimes I feel lost and blank
Sometimes thoughts run faster than turbine..
I wish I could do something,
I wish I could stop you,
I wish I did not let you go there,
I wish I could find a way..
But there is no way..
There is no going back..
This is the tragedy..
I cannot bring you back.