My Mother's Home

Here we are

At my mother's home

With uncle, grandma, and grandpa

Gone are those days

Full of life in all of them

In the house, in the food..

We wandered a bit

Both in time and space

In stories and scenes,

Oh, the past.. and dead people.

It's the late monsoon with thunder.

On our way back

In the twilight

With specks of green turning black

The thick backyards of houses that do not exist

In the shadowed road

Through the torch light

Threads of rain fell one upon the other

Cold water splashed around

We walked, talking..

One behind the other.

It has passed,

The trees which were there and fell

Replanted, by us and the birds

Now there are new heights of green

In time which felt like the blink of an eye.

Oh, the space is still

yet moving

Through all that has lived, dead

And all that is born and thriving..!