The Pain of Sweet Memories......

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I recently came across this poem by D.H.Lawrence. The novelist is famous for his exploration of repressed emotions and Oedipal conflict in some of his major works. This poem was a pleasant discovery. While I tried to locate Lawrence in the poem, my mind took me away to a time in future when I would be old and my son would remember the times when he was little and together we had played at the piano. It was nostalgia of a different kind.

Then my mind hovered back to my nest of childhood. I saw my mother singing ghazals. I saw my grandfather reading his newspaper while my grandmother opened her trunks to show me her crochet shawls she had done when she was young. I heard the hearty laughter of my father from the basement where his office was. The door to the basement stairs was ajar and I was spying to hear his joke and tell my mom. All I could hear was his laugh - energetic and unrestrained. I then saw my brother taking me back home from school. He was teasing me since once again I had failed to notice that our car was parked right in front and I had passed it and climbed the school-bus. He had honked but I was lost in my own world. I didn't hear and I didn't see. And he made a good joke out of it. Okay, I seemed angry at first but I joined him soon. He was so lively, how could his spirit not touch my soul. 

Just then, I felt my cheeks were wet. Ah, tears....they were so slippery, I could not contain them longer. Taking a deep breath, I wiped them and looked around. What was it about memories? They made us smile, they made us cry, and still we clung to them as if they were the oars that would help us sail in the ocean of life. We held on to them as if they were the wings that would help us fly when the stormy wind tried to lead us to unknown paths.

How far had I come, I thought. Physically, I could never touch my grandparents, my father and my brother any more. They were on unknown shores on unseen lands. I saw them sometimes in my dreams, but just like dreams, they vanished when I opened my eyes. I wanted to touch my mom but we sat miles away from one another. But her presence was a solace. Like a light-house she shines, guiding me from afar, frustrating my fears, encouraging me to sail on.

Was I happy at that moment? I cannot say. I was happy to relive the past. But it was gone now, and that gave me pain. I missed my brother the most for I could not say my good-bye to him when he departed. Since I could not talk to him, I wrote this for him. May be his soul can read it.

The Tales I Will Tell

I wasn't born just a daughter 

But a sister too - 

A sister to you....

To me you were

Part of my childhood,

My other essence

Like two buds of the same plant

We grew together

Fighting for sunshine and space

Blooming despite the stormy winds

Striding many paths

Crossing many hurdles

And then one day, I decided to uproot myself -

Landing on alien soil

I persisted

While you floundered 

On familiar grounds

I knew not you would wither away

Leaving me alone

Stranded 

Abandoned

You always called yourself 'big'

Boasted you would forever be elder to me

As you were born before me

But as I venture forward with my beating heart,

And age 

I search for you

Futilely

Vainly

Wanting to tell you

I have put more miles to my strides than you

Wanting to brag about my age

To show you I have more candles on the cake than yours

But also to tell you

I never wanted to be 'bigger' to you

That even when you are gone

You still remain and will forever be my 'Big' brother….

Our childhood has vanished

Just like you

But our memories will be carried forward

In the tales I will tell

About you and me

Tales of a little sister and her 'big' brother.....

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