Read Caption I don't remember the last time I talked to my father. I talked to him today. There are knots in my throat. Somewhere, I missed the words he was saying, even I was unable to speak. I don't know, when I grew up. I never thought I will be growing. But if this is growing up means, I never wish for anyone to ever grow. I have lost moments, the one I will never be a part of again. I stuttered but I realised, I was eating my words and they never came out. My mother cried helplessly. I made her understand, it's okay to cry. My brother threw combs in excitation, it was just some distance away from the wall to break down. My elder brother, became a lion and walked with proud infront of mother and screamed all in possession, mother cried happy tears for her son is all grown up now. I saw my father tongue, how he tried so hard for all his muscles to move though a person make use of all 12 muscles when he smiles, but he wasn't smiling and I got scared for some curse would be coming out from his mouth and it might reach to the walls. The walls shrinked, we all came a little closer, my brother stretched his hands like a just renowned king trying to shelter all his kingdom under his belt. The distance grew a little, we got separated. Separated with conflicts on either sides and the other side fall down. They went upstairs to keep the roof intact and with full force, they kept their hands on the ceiling to not let the floor unkempt. Some moments left there, on the either side, we all came a bit closer, so that if the roof fall down, we all die together but not let the moment die alone. We all realised, we all are grown ups now unlike the shrinking of walls. We have become giants of our own language, we throw at each other. No one understands anyone's words but we try really hard to make the other understand it. The evil spirits, I saw in my dream last night, I saw them in real watching us, like the neighbouring windows and we forgot to close the door, and our tongues bewitched the time and splits off and fall down on the floor, like the serpents crawling out of the house to see who's worth is more. Finally we all got separated in our caves, and watched the same movie, and realised how history has taught us about the primitive art of surviving through the war but we failed to learn about the families, who lost their loved one's and abandoned themselves from the living. Thank you Priya, Hashmitha, Asif for the pokes. #yqbaba #homelesspoet #home #aislesofpoetry
