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the Journey of my mind

I cannot write poetry . However,what I write, I cannot call it prose. Whenever I've shown it to someone they said it was poetry. You read and decide then let me know



Wednesday, 6 January 2021

Free wheeling

1.My life,  
pages after pages 
Spiral bound with
memories.

2 Suddenly from the realms of my subconscious, springs this man.
Light cream shirt, brown trousers, stylishly dishevelled hair, standing on the road, in the middle of nowhere.


3.Aging to me is enigma.
If you have lived so long, you now know that you could die any day.
We never stop wanting to stop clinging onto youth. We visit salons, , do face firms and skin stretches. We cannot see our once taut skins  slowly sagging and wrinkling as deseases creep in .
I used to see my handsome father wilting away. How his legs thinned and body gave away. One day the pain overtook and he stopped smiling. But I remember the sweetest smile that he gave me when I visited him out of turn in the hospital. He was so happy .
It was a wonder, when he had lost count of days, he remembered my birthday. The moment I entered the ward for my evening visit , he said Happy Birthday.
That moment will remain engraved in my mind.

Yesterday , when I was in the diagnostic centre getting my self tested, a patient was brought down from the ICU for some tests. He was restless  .I was reminded of my father. His suffering s had started already this time last year




4 I visited my Uncle yesterday
  How age has withered him!
  How frail has he become!
  He swayed when he got up to walk
  His fingers trembled when he  tried to make a call.

 I watched my aunt who was once so stylish,
 I watched  how she had suddenly turned old
 I  witnessed their process of aging
 I felt death hammering on the door once more.
 We spoke of health,
 We spoke of illnesses
We spoke of what may happen if one of them die
 I sensed the fear,
 I sensed the sadness
But I enjoyed they old age love.

 When young, you may fight
You may not care,
You misunderstand and 
May have misgivings.
The when suddenly one day 
You realise that you are old--
You fall in love once again.


With children gone
leading their lives afar
The nearest you have is your spouse.
 You have made memories together,
You have , travelled together,
You have had children together,
Through thick and thin you have remained together
 So now you have only each other

 My heart filled with sadness once more
As i witnessed the decadence of life
One day you want so much
Next day  its nothing as such
 then suddenly it will be   Just



  Really. All is not lost.
 Hope begets hope. Joy begets joy,
I know that some day my dreams will merge to form a concrete reality. My subconscious mind wields its power, pulling me towards destiny.. Its is there , it is there. Hope hope every where.

 I will not stop till I face my truth,, till i do what i am meant to do. 

 GREEN GRASS BEFORE ME, the windows open, light breeze pushes the curtains now and then,
 I am content.

 I write, I shape, I walk, I gain as beauty surrounds me  I am thankful to God and look up towards heaven.







  
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