Life Through Decades (Poem)

Life is miniscule time
between birth and death.

For ten years we struggle, a child
Then ten again as an adolescent.

Yet another ten passes without our knowledge;
We fall in love, make mistakes,
Fall down, get up and walk again,
And find ourselves where we began.

For ten years we struggle to grow up,
The next ten is spend for our children.

Then we realise almost half a century has passed,
And there’s hardly any time left for us.

Sad as it may look,
That’s the tragedy of human eyes.

But memories never get as old as us.

They remain as young as they ever were.
And the best of them are made between,
We are young and old.

Remember times but don’t relive them,
For, memories are to be cherished,
Not to be lived.

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This is inspired by a dialogue by Mohanlal in 'Vadakkumadhan' (2006). I think this is in line with what Poonthanam Nambudiri said in his 'Jnanappana'.

And a special thanks to my Blogbuddy Brian Miller, who made the edits on the first draft of this poem. Thanks friend!

Sounds of Silence of a Dark Night (Poem)

Sitting alone in my room,
I listen to the silence of my life.

A light fever threatened me,
Said it’d confine me to my lonely bed.
I smirked at it in return,
And shot it dead with a Dolo.

But as the night gets darker,
I realise I chased away a friend I had.
A friend who was ready to see me through,
To the next daybreak.

I listen to the pitter-patter outside my window,
The neon city is drenched in heavenly tears.
The night is crying unlike me,
Is it feeling lonely too?

I listen closer, my ears sharpened.
The night is not as silent as I thought it was:
I could hear sounds -
Distant clamours of a past,
Cacophony of the present,
And a soft melody of an ethereal future.

And the darkness, I realise,
It’s just a blanket,
A blanket that life holds in front of your eyes,
When you open them to see.