Marooned amidst the desert of nothingness, surrounded by the mountains of despair, the traveler’s intellect summoned him the ultimatum. “Your journey has come to an end, take this cloak of melancholy and drape yourself, let the crown of failure adorn you as you put a halt to your momentum”.
Saddled by the burden of his dereliction, the traveler turned into the sediment of brunt hopes whose dreams dissipated and poured down stony eyes touching his parched lips, He was exhausted and slipped into a deep slumber, believing it to be the end of his ordeals. But soon his thirst beseeched him to look out for a potion to sip.
He rose from the heap of his molten & mangled desires to quench his thirst and reinstate his trudge. In the darkness of ignorance, he sensed fear Again, fear of losing- not life but existence, He ran incessantly, tearing apart the clutter of notions that chained and suffocated his soul for a long time. He reached an untrodden path, with a panting breath he had to choose between quitting and deliverance.
He stared at the path, cut through the rigid rocks of pessimism, it gleamed in the light of knowledge and was enticing him to pick up his crutches of will and action and recommence his stride, He held his trembling heart and spoke to his upset intellect “let me try one more time, let me search for the victory, I might not reach my destination, but let me glide through this journey with a sense of pride.”
Did the traveler reach his destination? Did he fall into the potholes of vices? Did the bondages of self-doubt imprison him again? Was he able to quench his thirst? Was his thirst solely his materialistic desire or it was a dawn of realization? Questions still need an answer but nevertheless, this story is about the road that initiated the journey!!!!
“It’s going to be fun For you have always gelled well With every little one” My dearest ones told me this When I was blessed with a son.
No, don’t do this, Why don’t you try that. Stop playing with the spices, Go play with your bat. Stop throwing a tantrum, For I won’t give you my cellphone.
Blue stars for every good deed, Black stars for not paying me a heed. I will reward you if you be good, Else will take your favourite toy and scoot.
I tried and tested every advice, Recalling that my class of 30 was amazingly nice. I could handle them with perfection, But my own showed no flexion. It’s time to get him a sibling, The new role will be fulfilling. Another boy it was meant to be, Sweet brotherhood I thought I’ll see.
One year later I woke up from my dream, There was a hard crust under the cream. Screams and cries became an everyday affair, Feuds became fights for me to interfere.
Joys of raising boys is that you call? Stress and yelling make my hair fall! Girls are always caring I sometimes yell, Get ‘Baby Alive Doll’ my elder one tells.
Let’s send them to boardings, For they’ll learn discipline and good things. That’s the last resort we say, But the heart remains in dismay.
Hundreds of sorrries Are oh-so-sweet, The kisses during those worries, Hugs and cuddles are my big treat. These tiring years will soon fly, When I’ll realize these energetic boys are my only joy!