The untended garden

It was long since i did the kinda things that i used to do earlier. like listen to music, write to friends, change the look of my room, spend time on the terrace and so on. one of these undone things was to tend my garden. Earlier i used to take time off in the evenings to watch the sun set as i watered the plants on my terrace garden , sing to the flowers and just while the leisure away but lately i was busy... busy doing nothing actually just stuck with mundane rituals of daily classes, bike rides, traffic, books, agony aunt phases or in simple words just sickening routine after routines... in an unplanned life, i was kinda just flowing with the currents. i hated it but i was a part of it, in all this hustle bustle i had left my garden (read as a few potted plants a small set of flowering pots and a a few roadside shrubs) untended. Weeds had grown, some plants had died of neglect, some were dying, some were ok and some other new plants had sprouted form nowhere. this state of neglect had sort of caused my entire house to look gloomy n dull. I didnt quite take notice until one morning that i had this rare early rising i was in a bad mood, less sleep or whatever it was, i felt the need to stretch and get out of the inner suffocation through treading into space outside for myself, i thought of my garden as an option and i walked out for some fresh air that i noticed my once beautiful garden in virtual ruins!! i was taken aback at the sight, i had not had the time to stop and staere let alone tend the plants.
I rushed in to find a few tools and set it right , it was difficult, not so motivating, worse still i had too many onlookers passing their worthy criticisms on how i must go about the tending. after 4 long hours of clearing the place looked at peace, i had to do away with some plants that had begun causing more harm than good and bring in a few new ones - i also knew this was going to take time to look normal again but i did it nevertheless. Once i was done with it, i stood back to take one last look at the scene - better! much better!!
I came back in to remove the hand spray from my cupboard and suddenly took note of myself in the mirror " Look at me" i thought to myself "how much me n my life resembled that untended garden, how much clutter how much neglect had they gone through , there definitely were weeds that had grown within, definitely old plants that needed to be done away with and replaced by new ones, and most of all - despite what passers by might say about how my life's garden must be tended ultimately it was me who had to do it..." it sure hurt my ego to accept the analogy at the first instance but i did , this garden definitely needs tending and there is no better time to get started than now. I told myself i would smile more frown lesser, be industrious laze lesser, be patient and give way to anger lesser, i would conciously uproot the weeds and replant the inner garden!! and who knows it might just inspire a lousy neghbour garden to blossom again or cause a rose to bloom for a lover in waiting!! :-)

im sure you know

all it would take for my grief to displace is to hug your feet and cry my infant heart out , those days of spring those times of joy will forever remain though death plays the leveller, what you were to me might not have been told but im sure you know. Things would surely be different if you were around, but i rest in your memory that you live in a better place i'm sure you know and like you always said we joyfully part ways only to reach where we belong. but can i still say i miss you? I'm sure you know, what i learnt from your childhood stories were more than just words, what i learnt at the uncomfortable yet warm shade of your feet will remain with me though the world may call me names, can i get just one moment with you and just tell you once how much you meant but knowing you the way i do im sure you will say you are already here and here to stay. you can never be replaced not even your memory or taht one rupee coin you would gladly give every new year at every festive blessing i'm sure you know. If ever i have a daughter of my own and she asks me a story to put her to sleep i would tell her of a young lad who gave all that he had to see a smile in his kindred's face i would tell of that man who grew up to work more than all his comrades would do, i would tell her of a tall dark man burnt by years and experiences new and when i tell her of the day he held me and taught me this language i write in - i would stop and bid her to sleep for... i dont know what and why i write but im sure you know.