by Elza Mathew Dhanya
Monday, November 09, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Dedicated to all those graying heads out there...
An unknown refrain of the past
When plays on the wrinkled lips,
When the skinny shivering hands
Clutch onto an invisible support,
Ancient fears and helplessness materialise
Into fresh terrors haunting the light and dark.
Revelling in the once upon a time glory,
Thoughts play inside the heads of silver,
While the bony fingers
Fumble for the preciously cherished treasures -
Like the daffodils collected in childhood
The beads of the broken necklace,
Those glassy pieces of the shattered rainbow bangle,
The first communion, marital bliss, children
Then came realisation of dreams,
The secret hopes and aspirations...
Giving the kids the best one could
Like the mother hen and the chicks.
The holding on, the love.
The glorious journey from dawn to noon,
The tiresome one from noon to twilight
When Shakespeare’s ‘Seven Stages’ are in the process of completion.
The heavenly artist’s painting gets tinted grey and silver
The bright orange, golden and red fades away
Brush strokes become faint- almost translucent.
Twilight has crept in without permission
Adorning everything with its creepy blanket
The blanket of memory loss, sans eyes, sans ears,
Making the once- meaningful life a burden
To self, kids and all around
Helplessness reigns supreme all over
As the hard claws of diseases tighten their grip...
Living becomes just existence-that too pointless
Emperors and empresses descend from their throne
And crawl into the fast approaching night
A night whose length and breadth is unknown
But each night has to give way to day
Days which won’t be marred by shades of twilight
Days of glory in a supernatural world.