Smoke fills the air...
.. remnants of an addicted nature...
An empty bottle by my side...
liquor a regular feature.
A future seemingly bleak...
My mind convoluting without brakes
I seek out the easiest escape route
one decision..one decision is all it takes.
As moments slither by...
the ceiling fan seems friendlier...
To end it all seems appropriate...
an uncanny end to a dismal failure
I look around for an alternative...
all routes seemingly showing none...
I messed up bad, I know it...
The world too small for me to run...
just a few more moments remaining...
a sad conclusion to the million seconds before...
I steel myself towards the finality...
resignation writ large on my soul....
And then the phone starts ringing...
I wonder who the caller might be...
the incessant ring filling up the void
begging to be answered by me...
A tentative 'Maa' comes forth..
as I realize who is on the phone...
my eyes start pouring away....
as my soul unburdens my woes
She proclaims no miraculous mantra...
no grand statements of inspiration...
she simply connects to me...
courage enough to challenge my damnation.
As I recall that call over the years...
my beautiful daughter by my side
a few roses for a stony grave
and for my lovely mother who never died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem