The hand that rocks the cradle...

As I lay fallen on the tarred road,
Not one came across from the passing horde,
As tears kissed my lips,I wish you were there for me
And I lay wincing in pain over a scrapped red knee.

I realised there is a child in me,
Whenever it’s hurt, it cries "Mummy!!"

Of baby steps and mindless cribbing,
Naive demands and tantrums eating
Gave into my every wish,every plea
Keeping an eye,you set me free.

Even though you scolded the child in me,
You knew always that I would be naughty.

With friends I played hide n seek,
Darkness turned me from lion to meek,
Your touch, your hug, your kiss, your care,
Your lovely fingers would ruffle my hair.

You knew about the little child in me,
In your bosom,I felt no demon was scary.

Dad was there with a stern hand,
Bro and Sis made life look grand,
With the darling lady who gave me birth,
I have seen the twain,heaven and earth.

You have been all to the child in me,
You are the only form of GOD I see.

In devilish grins and cruel smirks,
I have seen worldly ways, it sure irks,
The innocent smile that came in glee,
With each passing time I have felt it flee

I still hold on to your dear child in me,
When the devil's advocate asks for a fee.

Your stories, your sayings, your energy for life,
To glow in your eyes, I would always strive,
But when the moment came,when it mattered,
My world tore apart, it left me shattered.

Rocked and broken this child in me,
Cruel and harsh has been his destiny.

There is a child in me, it cries alone,
It misses the most when it lets a moan,
Mom you mean the world to me,
Come back for the sake of the child in me.

Learning on the Road

There is this road in Tokyo that sells some of the weirdest stuff you'll ever find.The items sold are actually fascinating and has a certain mystery to it, an inexplicable aura.The first time I happened to be there, I felt like a little kid in a big toy shop craving for every toy visible.And I bought something to satisfy my craving.Of late, I have been wandering those streets frequently, but couldn't make up my mind on my next possession.And I have returned empty handed.Again.

Ever happened to you? You did a thing once and then you wanted to do it again, but for some reason, you hold back.Perhaps its the fear of meeting the same fate like it happened the first time.The frustration of not being successful the first time (Never been that fortunate.).The initial enthusiasm overshadowed by an unknown unseen force holding you back.Its all around you.The budding actor whose first act was torn down by the critics. The guy who lost heavily in the stock market.The Romeo who lost his first true love.Who knows maybe a gifted genius Brian Lara was forced into exile feeling the desperation of not living upto expectations, not of the hugely sentimental and emotional West Indian public, but his own high expectations.
And then there are the mortals of the blog world who stop writing for whatever reason, a dearth of ideas, paucity of imagination or maybe plain laziness.

So there I resume my scribbling, terminating the "Intermination of the Fantasist" and finding themes to scream about.

Oh Lord Brian Lara, bless me to re-invent myself like you did.Not to set the stage on fire like you did, but to atleast prove myself that I can persevere with what I start.

Its not as difficult as it was for you.Or as it would be for the actor to be applauded by all.Or for the guy to have the guts to bet in stocks again.Or for that matter,as difficult to make Romeo believe that love would one day pass by him again.

The next time I walk past that street, I will definitely buy something and that would be more precious than the first one.