Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Curry Leaves



As I lie awake on my bed tonight
My thoughts they wander to a familiar land
Tall coconut trees, green is all I see
I can hear her calling me
A distant distinct voice
Sweet as honey…she calls me once again
I Look around I don’t see her
Hassled I look for her once again
There she is, on her knees with her arms outstretched
Calling me waiting for me to rush to her and feel her warmth
A tear trickles down my face now
I twist and turn on my bed
Trying to sleep I drift away once again
Now to the kitchen balcony
I see me playing all by myself
And there she is smiling at me
 I can see she’s happy
There is no pain in her eyes  
All she knows is that her daughter means the world to her…
I wake up to myself I know I can’t sleep tonight
Her presence is all over that room
My mother… My everything
I rush to the other room and smile as I watch her sleeping…
My baby… My daughter
I now know why my mother smiled every time she watched me play
She missed her innocence just as much as I miss my innocence now.
I walk past my Kitchen garden
Thoughts still lingering in my head
Cold breeze brushing me
The smell of curry leaves in the air
I know she’s somewhere near
Maybe In the scent of the curry leaves
I know she is watching me now
And smiling just the way she did
Many years ago in the land of the Curry Leaves

4 comments:

  1. PA { b. g. menon }July 23, 2013 at 11:57 PM

    ...........................HMMMMMM..................... A NICE ONE
    I LIKED THE TITLE AND HOW THROUGHOUT THE POEM AN ELEMENT OF NOSTALGIA REVOLVES AROUND THE TANTILISING SMELL OF FRESH CURRY LEAVES.

    THIS HAS MADE ME REMEMBER MY MOTHER , YOUR GRANDMOTHER WHO WAS AN EXCELLENT COOK AND HER TOMATO RASAM WAS OUT OF THIS WORLD .HMMMMMMMMMM..................... THE SAME SMELL OF FRESH CURRY LEAVES .....................

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    1. Yes........ I know exactly what you are trying to say pa... excatly that!

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  2. I remember this :)

    You make me feel nostalgic about you and our friendship, our breakfast, our lunch...every moment we spend eating anu.

    Memories as i read...they are beautiful.


    Love

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  3. Thanks Sophuuu.... I miss u too loads :( and all our good memories at Kaplan :(

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