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Sunday, April 1, 2012

THAT LAST NIGHT

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 26; the 26th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'That Last Night'.

While the festive season was on,
The Goddess, welcomed with hands outstretched
With hymns, prayers... abounded with colour the lively world
Smile on each face, enthusiasm and anticipation in all hearts
To go on fast for the nine days of Navrathri...
Such a time of devotion, sacred togetherness, such vivacious gathering...

Never did I know then that it would be the night last
That last night and the last time that I would speak to you, my Mother,
And the day next, SILENCE...thy cold lips could no longer move to utter praise for the Almighty...
Thy immaculate worship, turned but to dust...
To perish underneath the surface...
Thy holy soul, departed forever from this earthly abode…I stood as stiff as a stone...
Gazing at thy still body...lying motionless on the ground...Thy limbs drawn stiff, immovable...
So helpless was I that night...was left a disabled spectacle of anguish...
While the merry tunes were resounding the air with mirth and joviality.

The silence of that space, that part of my being, still stands void…
Without you... the most precious, my Mother.
The countless days and the lonely nights that I keep missing you
Ceaselessly, incessantly, the essence of your gait...
Still lingers in the breeze...I feel your presence,
I smell the aroma of your reckless locks...
You are here, yet invisible to the naked eye.

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Years passed by, my sole dependence on you alone, my Father
My friend, my guide, my comfort, with whom I shared my joys and my pangs
Who cared for more than a mother during the tough hours of parturition...
The one who guided me to climb the heights of prosperity...
Pacified each other by the sweet exchange of words, over an evening cup of coffee...
He, who was the strength that sustained my living... until, again…
This cruel cruel destiny, envious of this petite solace of togetherness...
Once again, it was the night that was the last…
That last night and the last time that I spoke to you, my Father
And the day next, SILENCE… thy parched lips, immovable... no more of those loquacious evenings...
The eternal darkness that has engulfed me now , that vacant treasury of my heart which yearns for thy blessed touch
So far away from mortal reach you are, gone to an unknown world of perpetual peace...the most precious…my Father
I know you are, yet invisible to my naked eye...

Lost to infinity, my love, my worship, my beloved parents
Those fatal nights which'll keep haunting me to my grave.
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Life is but an endless dream,
Striving each day for wealth, for fame...
Till you reach the last night of your life's doom
And then, nothing remains…the cemetery is the wrong place to hold your material bounty,
You are a poor man at your grave...
Just a dusty identity engraved in the tombstone
Glaring at the oblivious world, speechless, motionless and helpless...
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Such unpleasant occurrences have left me a perspicacious individual
Wishing to live each day gloriously and conquer 'That Last Night' to come, with commendable deeds, a true successor of pure blood...
And leave behind a smile that the world shall remember.
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A tribute to my parents, who are no more...

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20 Obiter Dicta:

D2 said...
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Enchanta said...

This has to be one of THE most poignant and beautiful poems I have ever read in this short life of mine.

Just to imagine such a great loss through such intense words and imagery is enough to feel pained.

All the best for BAT.

PS: I had by mistake posted this comment from D2's account earlier. Please ignore the error. :)

Cherry Blossom said...

@Enchanta
Yes I realized that the post was a mistake through D2's account.

These were just the spontaneous flow of words, but nothing compared to the the pain within.

Thank you.

Shilpa Nair said...

**Applauds**

Maun Vision said...

very touchy, heart speak. penned the heart on to paper. really moving.

The Fool said...

A poem right from the heart. A worthy dedication to your parents.

Amity said...

A very poignant poem rendered in a very poetic manner...:)

Your parents must be smiling in heaven while reading your loving tribute to them!

Good luck Cherry Blossoms! My dear Lakshmi...:)

I wish you all the best!

Cherry Blossom said...

@ Maun... thank you so much for your appreciation.

Cherry Blossom said...

@ The Fool
I just tried to pen down my feelings, but the loss can never be reciprocated by words. Thank you for the appreciation.

Cherry Blossom said...

@ Amity
Welcome back Amity. I do hope they keep smiling forever. Thank you for your kind words.

aativas said...

Very touching and honest expression.

lIl hIgH said...

Beautiful and touching poem. Some losses are hard to come to terms with !!!

MAVERICK said...

Its a beautiful poem/composition. Well done and all the best

Sankar Shaji said...

pretty deep :) n touchy


all the best :)

Pappan said...

A very nice touching poem.
This LAST NIGHT you have descrbed beautifully, but the real pain contained in the poem one will understand only with actual experience.....

It's very nice, keep it up !!
All the Best !!

Someone is Special said...

"your words touched my heart" a beautiful dedication... Sharing it on FB..

Simran said...

Wonderful post!
I liked the way of writing ...
Glad I stopped by :)

Best wishes for the contest..
Keep Writing :)

Kshitij said...

That's too touching. Heck, I did not want to cry :)

Great work. After reading this, I feel a little embarrassed about the kind of poems I write.

Thanks for writing this.

D2 said...

I felt as though I was reading Tagore. This was touching and it moved me. It was beautifully written. I'm glad you're writing again after so long. :)

Jack said...

C B,

A heart moving tribute. You are right that at the end of it all, the only thing what we leave behind memories for others. So one should make efforts to leave pleasant ones.

Take care