Gardening life is not as suited for him -
Work takes the load of all inner aches as
Life melts itself in the summer heat
As the expected unfair reality unfolds
When a simple contentment is made into a deal
Going too far out or too deep in – seeding love
He could do with or without
A little before this April
Offered a hand and then was ‘faithfully’ withdrawn
With humility it was accepted happily, all the same
Must have been to him, a momentary, chance passage of his time – bad times.
Fine.
Loyally not fit for commitment?
How many seasons will not be right?
All reasons fail the logic
Change that was supposed to be a happy change
Somehow became a prey for deliberate delay, suspicions
Unknown, unsaid, unheard, not clarified
And a waste of things pure as could be- it took place sadly
A little before this April
Perhaps he did not prepare the ground
He did not use the right tools for that to be
A happy moment of love sent or received never came
Memories will find their home in the heart of sealed non closure
And the dreams of no-realization after all his planning that he shared
Are slipping away as he slips away - just like that
A little before this April
Without adopting one, he saw a design would not work
The sunshine at our window sill would never come
As he did not make the home, he was too busy un-planting
A chance of a hopeful call can go either way – useful or unacknowledged
His guidelines – all loose ends of confusion and begrudging pricks –
Mine – make peace with his unanswered questions that reside in my mind
What will he do – shovel, rake or bury it all?
As my garden of hope was to have May bloom
But, now all it has is – his gloom
A little before this April
Dushwari
