Counterpoint

I smile. He lies asleep his slips slightly protruding making him seem so vulnerable. I think to myself how blessed I am to have this person in my life.
He twitches in his slumber and I hope it isn’t something too disturbing that made him so. His tough exterior is nowhere to be seen as he hugs himself in the land of dreams.
I guess it is natural for me to feel protective of this person next to me. For I know him more than anyone else. I have seen him in his most helpless moments, when he becomes moody when he is hungry, or how grumpy his in the morning. He is like a little boy wanting someone to soothe him, hold him and just love him.
He told me that no one had ever fed him before I did. I felt so sad. It may not be a big thing but through a mother or father feeding you or hugging you or just making sure you are okay and asking what your day is was such a part of my daily life till the recent past. So how can a boy who has parents not have had any of these things? No hugs, no kisses, no ‘how was your day putha?’
And yet here he is, a strong, smart, capable boy who could have easily fallen prey to the negatives of society with no one really concerned of what happened to him. No thanks to those who would be there just when he achieves something (by himself) and show their face to get some fame. He was someone who needed some love.
And then there is a person like myself who has had everything and more. A person who was loved and cared for by many and was shown and taught right from wrong and made to know life with someone looking out for me. I was someone who had so much love in excess.
So isn’t it right for someone like me to be with someone like him? It’s like 2 halves finding the perfect other. Like the hand finding the perfect glove. Me being the motherly figure, who wants to love, care and give him the security of a family and for me to have found my soul mate even without trying to. I know that God made him for me and I for him.
I do hope everyone can feel as happy, content and loved as I am and find that counterpoint of you in this lifetime.

Silence

I speak and someone doesn’t listen
I speak again and someone interrupts me
I speak and someone doesn’t heed what I say…
I stop speaking.
Now someone says ‘speak…’ and there is silence
I won’t speak again
No expressing tales, emotions and the works of my mind
Choose what you want to think
Interpret whatever you want
But you will not hear me speak
My tongue behind my teeth my jaw set
My mind calm after a mad rush of emotion
Blocking consciousness and reality
The air never reaches the tender folds of flesh
Never passing through the palate of richness
For with time speech is lost
Silence remains for silence can say enough
Maybe right maybe wrong…
It’s up to you to choose
For I will not speak

I Try I Try..

I try I try…
But I end up with nothing but a wounded spirit
Crying eyes.
Why is it so hard? All I ever do is try to please you
But it is never enough.
And when I am just done with criticism I’ll sigh…
But never will you come away to see
The hurt in my heart and eyes.
I try I try…
Always doing everything I can to make things easier for you
Feeling terrible when what I can do is limited
And yet you go on complaining and complaining
I sigh…
For I will never tell you how much you hurt me
You will only see it in your eyes
Looking at me as if I were incompetent, a child
Who knows nothing and amounts to nothing
I try I try…
And I dread the day I stop trying
For that is the day we will go our separate ways
Leaving years of trying to the ashes of time
I sigh…
For now I will keep trying
Till time and will mark a full stop on our rhyme.