Thressiamma

For six years, you trod this earth

Sprinkling love and light into our lives,

Coating in vivacity in immemmorable ways,

Our daily routines and mundane tasks.

Sometimes it was like the explosion of a weather balloon

When the sound exploded frighteningly in your deaf years

Or it was like the enjoyment of fish curry on your palate.

Your extraordinary reactions still stay indelible.

The radiant smile that reflected in your sparkling eyes;

The warmth of your glance reached with affection everyone around.

You have left us bereft for more than sixty years;

Yet, yours is the image that floats over the pages of my mind more frequently;

The dark short curls bobbed and mischief lit the eyes

I feel grateful to have lived in the time of Thressiamma.

The Kid Behind the Tree

Who is the kid behind the tree?

Is he hiding from the world,

Away from the taunts and insults,

To shield from barbs and thorns

Like the child in the bubble

Free from contaminants

That hurt the smooth existence

Of a sweet childhood?

Is he hiding from the world

Because the world overwhelms him,

Expecting too much

From his little self,

To think like an adult,

Always to be good,

Not to be an idiot,

To be the wisest of all,

To be the smartest of all,

And never to make mistakes?

Where is his carefree childhood

Full of sweet and guileless memories?