The Wall

© Taruchaya

The little girl went out to play
but she felt she was unwelcome-
they threw a stone and shooed her away,
the little girl came crying home.
With a drop of blood glued to her forehead,
she quietly slipped into her shared room,
stared at the green window from her bed-
her heart was full of guilt and gloom.
She must have done something wrong,
so she blamed herself for everything.
Perhaps she was never meant to belong
and often felt she was good-for-nothing.
She got up and stood before the wall.
“Hey Wall ! Will you be my friend?
Though you are big and I’m small,
but we’re both alone so let’s just pretend.
I’ll tell you stories and share my thoughts.
I hope you’ll hear me out.
Together we’ll play and laugh lots-
there’ll be nothing to have qualms about.”
That’s how the little girl made a friend.
Her secret keeper and guardian at night.
One who never judged but quietly listened.
That was the wall in the last room to the right!

© Taruchaya

Just a Hug

© Taruchaya

Can I get a hug?
Just a hug would suffice.
You don’t need to do anything else
Or say anything nice.

Though you might feel awkward…
why a hug out of the blue?
But sometimes words are useless
Sometimes we have no clue

Scars hide the depth of a wound
extreme pain makes us numb
Lucky are those who can cry out loud
Or those who prefer to play dumb

Was it anger that flowed through the eyes?
Was it contempt…or sheer agony?
Was it helplessness or frustration?
Tears- a tragic euphony of irony!

You neither have to console
nor fill pity to the brim of your eyes
All I need is one tight hug
Just a hug would suffice!

© Taruchaya

Rumination

© Taruchaya

Sometimes you become invisible
Even you cannot see yourself
Like an apparition
Or maybe like the summer heat
Suffocating others with your blank presence
Perhaps you always stand at a blind spot
Away from the range of vision
You watch everything perfectly
But you are not visible to others
It’s almost like spying over people
Each person overburdened with his own duties
The projector of life rolls away…
scene by scene starts and end
That’s how it is.
It’s a never-ending drama series
You chose to accept the genre you like most…or less overbearing.
Watching from the rooftop of a house or high-rise.
Looking down at the limited people walking around the premises or the adjacent road
While being watched from the dark grey sky…
stars don’t twinkle anymore…
they are frozen in shock perhaps.
The chaos is more inside than outside.
You accept what suits your state of mind and keep going like always…
“Hello, it’s me..nice to meet you again after a long while…how have you been?” It is an irrelevant question…
this too shall pass and you too shall sleep at ease…
at least sleep hasn’t avoided you all this while.
The pillow smells more of memories than you…
memories that keep playing in your mind…
like some childhood game you liked…
not for winning but the sheer pleasure it gave you…
hah!…they call it the little lost joys of life.
It’s okay to be standing at a blind spot…
you are the spectator…
you are the audience…
you can judge or just watch…
no need to hide…
remember you are already invisible and that’s your strength…
that’s your freedom…
you are all yours…

© Taruchaya