One Stop Destination

Dearest Sweetheart Up in Heaven, Its yet again time for me to sit back and live all the wondrous moments I spent with you. Completing 12 years of togetherness in spite of our distance is not a joke. You know what, it has taken me six long years to wish you on the day of our anniversary. To look back, the past six years have always been a roller coaster ride for me, especially on 10th May. I have always been my vulnerable best on this date. But as we enter our 13th year I realised things need to change now. As we enter into our 13th year of being You and I, I cant help but remember so many insignificantly significant moments in our lives. How can I forget the confused look on the face of a young bachelor sitting in front of this room the whole night reeling under the shock that a girl had proposed marriage to him. We did live in a society back then when it was uncommon for a role reversal of this sort. I still recollect the expressions of your boss as he walked into my office, hi

Whenever the telephone does ring, My heart always skips a beat, I do not know with what news I will meet, Will I cry or will I sing? With such doubts in my mind, I unwillingly creep up to it, At once I wish I could peacefully sit, For sad news I always hate to find. But my mind then gets filled with a thought, If I cannot face a mere telephone, I am the cowardest person ever known, Deciding its better to be brave than not, A new inspiration gets filled within me, And thus I answer the call with much glee.

I went to the place I often frequented And was flabbergasted with what I saw. Unable to control myself I questioned, “Lord what has been done to you? Why in the name of religion Is shoving and pushing permitted Amongst those Who want to have a glimpse of you? Why is special treatment given To those who pay a hefty sum To the Trustee fund? Why is there a separate gate For VIPs to meet you? Aren’t we all equal before you?” Disappointed, I continued my rant, “Where is the sanctity that once existed In your so called Sanctum Sanatorium? Where is my Lord who used to console When I ran up to him whenever troubled? Who are you now? Why have you changed? Why cannot things be as before?” I was unhappy, broken inside, This place wasn’t what it used to be. As I looked at the idol when I could, Amidst shoving hands and shaking heads, I heard a voice that no one could, I heard a whisper in my head. “Dear child I am still the same But some things are not in my hands.

Am thankful for this life, For being a daughter, friend,  Sis, mom and wife. Could I have asked for anything more? I don't think for sure. Yet that quiet demon within me, Doesn't like to see Me happy. It tells me to ask for the moon, And that too, real soon. Time 'o' clock is ticking fast. If I don't act now It won't last. It knows I have broken pieces inside, Scars and wounds I cannot hide. But one thing is for sure, I know whats mine And wont ask for more. I almost gave up but now I won't, I have people who say 'Don't'. I won't give up I will fight, For what belongs to me, What is right. Doubts in my head you'll face defeat, I will fight you till I succeed.