My foremost love - Maa

When last year I met her, she was old and frail. Her uncombed hair, loosely tied up in a bun and the distant look in her eyes made me feel distress inside. She was near to 70 and was weak. But she had the same charm in her smile and talks that I had always been observed and relished since my childhood. Even she had the same glow in her skin and the typical round-shaped eyes in her round shape face. Her old-age ailments made her weak, thin and leaned otherwise she was more alive than a young heart.

I still remember she was once full of Life and un-baffled by any hardship. Her strength and grit, her calmness and undisturbed disposition had always influenced me. She was extremely meticulous and precise in her thoughts. But now time had changed. Her life had changed. She was old and alone. Her daughters were no longer staying with her. Though she expected somewhere if somehow...Often she would sit silently on the sofa with a lost look in her eyes as if she is waiting for someone to fill up her loneliness. She had lot of memories and mundane connections with her house. She didn't want to leave it or abandoned it either. I was helpless to help her in those conditions.

'What are you thinking Maa? Why can't you come and stay with me? It would be good for you and me too.' But she was adamant with her unyielding spirit. She might be right in her reasons. Living with a married daughter could have confined her being or ruin her integrity. Days were heavy with worries. Nights were sleepless with anxiety. It was hard to take decisions at the spur of emotions. Nevertheless, she was the only person whom I loved most.  The only thing that seemed to be right was to be with her at that moment of need. Train's jolts were accompanied with many mixed thoughts...about our life and about life as a whole...

Finally I was with her for last time, she seemed to be more weaker than before . But still strong in grit and in unwavering spirit. Time changes everything but the love that nourishes the soul never ceases to exist. And in love, I was wishing to rejuvenate her ageing being with some instant miracle, if possible to make her young forever. But it was a dying truth before the immortal truth. Time had changed her too not only physically but also psychologically. She couldn't feel the love. She was occupied with many mundane bothering. And I was searching the love that I had been missing for so long...still I think I may have gone wrong somewhere or may be love matters a little.

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© By Pranati Saikia

Animals With No Real Animality

They scream and run; chase by them,

they cry and plead but in vain,

their swords of hatred cut them into pieces,

their blood spilled over their faces and souls

and they become the messiah of faith.

Ah! faith, that kills, destroy and ruins,

make animals of no real animality,

for they killed without a cause;

faith that blinds the knowledge;

and binds the soul, 

the soul of holy spirit, of heavenly father.

Lo! they hail them; hail their brutality,

rejoice the killings; cherish the blind faith,

for they are timid, need blood to be alive;

to sustain their insanity and ruthless cruelty, 

Now they seem to be the pseudo-gods;

creating slaves ravaging 'humanity'

It seems so fickle and fragile, just an ideology.

© By Akshara Saikia 

Most Beautiful Being of GOD

You are so beautiful in your simple ways;
I see you everyday in your daily course;
So happy and content you seem to be;
in your small world of household chores

You are so feminine in your saree and sindoor;
So engrossed in nurturing and nourishing;
sweeping and swabbing, cooking and washing
fulfilling lives with your love and care

You are a woman, a mother and a wife;
an inimitable homemaker; an embodiment of power;
yet so uncorrupt; wise and sweet;
patience and grit are the assets of your being;

O woman of family! you are the ideal;
the most beautiful being of GOD.

© By Pranati Saikia