Just one day,
when I didn't feel like going back home,
to the place which made me grow,
and gave me all comforts i needed,
from mom's "kitni patli ho gayi ho" to that extra ghee on the roti,
to the happiness which knew no bounds,
all it needed was
just one day.
Just one day to realize that
you never can't leave this place,
too ingrained into your soul,
with memories
of death and love,
and every penny dad spends,
not from his current earnings,
but the savings he collected,
to make us live in satisfaction,
and not for himself,
hoping that we'll make him proud one day,
when that one day still seems far
because it's a long way to go,
and then stress about his stresses.
Just one day,
when I looked at mom,
who won't complain a thing,
but no matter how hard she tries,
the screeching pain always shows up silently,
from a corner she thinks no one can be a visitor to,
and happily goes back to work she is never paid for,
and all it needed was,
just one day.
So before it gets hazy,
and I glorify my life outside this comfort,
before that toast given to the anxieties and deadlines and worldly crap exposures,
this I can explain,
to be nothing more than a life killed for a life.
12th April, 2019
10:30 pm