poetry

Growing up

I realize I am growing old

with my mother’s home prepared coconut oil,

pressed flowers on the sheets.

I sleep next to her

almost like a ritual now,

I realize

when she mumbles softly in her sleeps

the childhood was different-

It was full of prayers, folk songs, odes, laments.

I see her sleep walking now-

abruptly between the noises in her head

amidst the empty pale rooms,

Circling

Walking

Sitting

I see her sleeping with deep breaths,

a hard name to remember-

I realize, I am growing too old now

to witness the melancholy,

to paint my fingers in the sea of dementia.

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21 thoughts on “Growing up

      1. I asked you about your disposition. This place is about your writing. Therefore, you’re right in your value assignment. Average might also be melancholic. For example: a piece can be excellent and melancholic and ordinary plus melancholic. Thus, color or mood of a verse shouldn’t be dependent on finesse of expression. My two cents. What do you think? This certainly being your poetry blog, isn’t a place for philosophical discussion about types of verse now. Isn’t it so?

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      2. I am very much in agreement to this. I generally do not decide what and how my art can do to a person on a certain level as creating art itself is an imperative cathartic journey . But I have a certain way to check my works and I just felt this piece had a simple tone. Not bad, just plain.

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  1. That last part is so poignant, MVS… The realisation of growing old with parents is something that many a times keeps me oscillating between deep sadness and worry… As always, the perfect and most beautiful metaphors flowed from your poetic pen!

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