'Locution'

"the most wonderful thing about 'fantasy' is that it leaves everything to the writers imagination"

Friday 19 December 2014

I love you...!!


                  I Love You..

I love you..
I love you Mom..
I love you Papa..
I know I say this everyday
Or may be i used to ..
If i knew my end was beforetime..
I would have expressed my love in a more memorable way.. everyday.

But i wish...
I wish I could love you for so many more days..

I love you My brother..
and You my little sister..
I loved playing and fighting with you all..
I loved being with you always..
I missed you then and i miss you now..
But i wish ..
I wish I could miss you more being (alive) with you than not..

I love my Lovely friends..
I just didn't know i had less time here..Here in his life.
Else i would have grabbed my every breath  and
loved and hugged and fought with you all..
Slide down those memories into this invisible Album of mine ..
Which will be my only baggage to this outer world.
To a world unknown


But i had to leave ..
Leave you all for wrong reasons..
I didn't want to..
It was not my wish..
And it wasn't my fault too..
But ........

And it was .....Their fault

Those cruel, wicked, inhuman monstrous alien larrikins..
Who were stone eyed, pale and loveless .

They didn't know what they were doing.
They were just robots .
Blind from within and carrying a dead soul.

They were not scarred ..
Not a tiny bit..
And they didn't blink an eye while they slaughtered me OR us..
It was awfully painful.
And i was..
I was scarred ..May be i am now too.

I know its not OK.
I know its painful.
Its impossible ..
It shouldn't have happened.
But....

But I am fine..
Believe me when i say.
I am fine..

I felt a piercing pain when they shot me..
A pain so cruel..so un-natural..
Unknowingly, i was just held warmly..
Felt embraced..
A Mother like angel enveloped me tight.
Soothed me..cared me..
And all pain vanished & it didn't hurt anymore.
She  cried along with me too..
Said sorry to me.. But i didn't know why.
Nothing was her fault.

She held me tight until i was free from all pains.
She looks like you , my dear Mother, sometimes like papa too..
She plays with me like my brothers and sisters did..
And my friends too..

I don't  cry anymore.
It doesn't hurt any more..
But she does...She cries a silent one. I see that in her eyes.

I asked her, Who she was?.
She smiled and said.."I am your parents prayers".
And so i knew why she looks like u all..
Why she cried..
Why she held me tight..
Why it doesn't hurt any bit..
And why i am not alone anymore..

I see you all cry all day..
Please don't my dear Mother..
Don't cry my dear Father ..
Your cry is their (monsters) win..
If you cry They Win..
They shouldn't win..
They cannot..
They will be punished , a brutal one indeed..

I wish you could see me doing fine..
I wish i could for once more..
hug you..kiss you,,cry along with you..
bid you good-bye and tell you
That all will be fine..
Justice and only justice may befall. 

I love you and i know you love me too..



(dedicated to all those children nd parents who lost their angels in the Taliban attack on the Army Public school in Peshwar on Dec 16, 2014)