The storm rustled; birds took off from the trees
An intangible scent trickled in through the window
My mother was dying, I heard...
She was shifted to Intensive Care in the middle of the night
It was July...month for monsoon rains;
The constant drone of the falling rains
Was choking the ventricles of my heart...
There was an eerie silence trilling in both my ears
I stayed awake the whole night.
The dawn broke ...it was a lemony yellow flood of light.
Strangely the rays, like a chiffon saree
settled over my mother’s numb figure on the bed..
I went near her,
touched her body with my chilling hands.
She was even colder...
A deep sense of loss rose up in me...
The wind moved in the trees outside,
The air was thick with smell of medicines, fluids inside,
I sat there still and unmoved, the room was enveloped
With love...and grief.
My mother was beautiful...even
In death she looked so pretty in her ....
Crumpled gown, pale skin, grey hair- messy, strained!
The glass door opened, releasing a rush of light.
The ‘No Visitors’ sign was missing.
The storm was over.
The brightest flower of my life had wilted, yellowed.
...it was now yearning to ‘travel’ upwards under the pouring sky.
I looked at the sky, the sky was now glistening in patterns.
-from yellow, it had turned red....
I climbed up to the veranda, inhaled some fresh air;
A void had formed around me, but there was a strange warmth.
My husband scooped me in his arms,
It was like a sail in a breeze...
I was secure yet all alone.
In the drops of the rain....
Written for sumana’s prompt. PU..