Chasing Ma...

I want, Ma,

to live in that world of fantasies and the bliss of total ignorance.

I want, so badly, to take a walk with you,

and cook up stories to grab that new flavour of ice cream.

I want them... those late Sunday mornings,  

and get up seeing you reading the newspaper by my side, and,

I want to listen yet again

to the lectures about how i’ll never grow up

and how i shall never be able to take care of those bills and groceries,

plan and organise my life better.

I am ready to spend those endless weekends

promising you how i shall learn how to cook the next weekend,

drooling at the bowl of the tastiest custard you’d have made for me.

And I want to lose those arguements, again,

on how i can take care of life myself

and walk my stupid way into my room

bang the door and throw tantrums.

I want to fret over my pimples, yeah, yet again,

and go to sleep every night talking to you about my future plans.

I want to revisit the pride in your eyes when they praise me

while you give your trade mark self effacing shrug.

I’m tempted to run into your arms again

and cry at why they always say I’m fat.

I’m ready to undo this business of growing up,

only to see you back with me

and I’m so ready now for that warm hug of yours

and the strength and comfort it gives me...

I want to be your kid, yet again.

I so loved every bit of it.

I want to shed this stuffy coat of an adult

and smile again at nothing but just the blue sky,

hold your hand and say,

Mom, you know, that colour would look good on you.

Ma, I miss you...

It had to be July

I am back. I am here. And very much here. Life has been naughty (again) and I've been trying to hold myself up against the tides. Its been a crazy long time since the last post and it seems criminal to own a blog and not use it. After all, this is the only creative and mental vent I have after dear ol' NSG. Well, this is just to say hi to my blog and people who happen to read this. And just to let them know that its just the time im running short of and not the urge to write. For, as i sit with this laptop in front of me, and as i look into the blank white space o'here, i type instantly as i think. Its almost like talking to a friend. And it feels good.

Thought i'll write a line or two and see what i ended up typing. :) Heh. Thanks, Rishi, for ushering me to write at least an update here..

I'll be back with more.. Soon.
Love,
Ashen - The Crab