the magician inside me


Spring stillness mingles with full-blast summer takeover. I sit down on my desk, lost in the hills beyond the concrete skyline. I feel vulnerable, broken a bit. 

Becoming a mother increases your permeability, I believe! You soak up the little sweet things and you also absorb the sadness around, with heightened intensity.

The sky already envelopes the summery eerie quiet; and not very long back, wasn’t I wishing for the mellow gold, and now that it is here in all its glare and glory, am a little burned up.

The way grief is mashed up with tenderness. I can feel the slow sizzling sadness with a potency to hijack the soul; creeping in. This cognizance doesn’t help in anyways, perhaps just makes it worse.

I finish my day and return home, Nirvaans waiting up; greets me with “Mummaaa you back!” and I sink my whole being in the smell of his hair. That. Is enough to hold me, sustain me! He hugs me with in his chubby embrace and kisses my forehead!! Like an elder brother!! That kid, surprises me constantly! “Mumma kissie, mumma huggie…, love you!”

How did he know? Maybe it’s this that makes me fold in against myself.
My eyes hurt, I choke. Am trying my hard to not sob! A lone drop!
I pick him up, whirl him around, jiggle a bit, tickle some! And, all is good with the world.

And, some millionth time ‘am grateful!
A brave smile at the creeping one! Enough fuel to carry on.

Copyright © Neerja Yadav

boulevard of little dreams

evening sun
warm and toasty

moon shadows
at my feet
 
the heart lifts up
soars high
dives fast
lands silently
exhilarated

the unsaid
tied up
with
pretty word laces

a sparrow here
an eagle there
emerald grass
amber leaves
tilted sunbeams

slow motion blinks
happy heart
discontented soul

Copyright©Neerja Yadav