Move on Inner Mind shouted – A Poem

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In the midst of traffic daily

I walked aimlessly without plans

Abrupt thought break always shows

Realized the life halted in nowhere

Move on Move on inner mind shouted

But where to go one ponder

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Everyone seems busy with nothing

Don’t bother privacy play more important

Modern life always has rules with no meaning

Abide them or get thrown in to old rags

Past is a bucket full of ash Someone says

Yet everyone lingers around past

Move on Move on inner mind shouted

But where to go one ponder

Busier the life tells you wonder how

Wander more to seek peace around you

Traffic difficult to navigate as always

Life still seek its path somehow wonder how

Wonder why we lose our focus in life

Like we know everything as we behave

Yet dark everywhere you turn

Move on Move on inner mind shouted

But where to go one ponder

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Traffic lights still not bright enough as usual

Darkness loom over the world of life

Fighting to seek light trying to breath

Sinking in to more deep troubles

Struggles seems to get easier day by day

Get used to this new norm of life changes

Abrupt thoughts gain speed inside your brains

Move on Move on inner mind shouted

But nowhere to go one realizes

I called her….

Life is a journey. We are all busy on our own ways, forgetting or neglecting to see others pains. We do this for personal gains. That is the saddest reality. I am writing here about an individual, I have known her for only less than 14 years. The most thought provoking personality I have ever known or will ever know. She was a warrior. Her life was so tough and she did not have a smooth path. All important occasions in her life had obstacles. Yet, She fought with her head high.

Came here as an immigrant more than four decades ago. Life was not easy back then. Working and taking care of family with minimum means was for sure a task. Failed marriage and not been able to take care of her youngest daughter must have broken anyone. She didn’t give up, the quality I got attracted towards her. Myself an immigrant we could connect so easily and she never treated me bad. We could talk all the rubbish in the world. We could connect with old movies and sometimes she did not have any interest in them, She listened and laughed at my silly jokes. I shared a lot from my childhood times. She enjoyed all the stories I had to say. I can see her eyes glow when I say my memories from India, She relates it back to me from Fiji. Our life style was similar and we did have a lot of common grounds. She always said “Here no life man. No life” She sighs always saying “Oh. Brother”. I felt that many times too. Here there is no life. We all live like robots here. Waste of life in a lot of ways. We both related easily because we both had experienced real essence of life back home in our own ways. Real struggles. That is why she survived here with all her hardships.

What broke my heart is when she told me “I went to a church where there was a wedding on the day my younger daughter got married”. So she felt she was a part of it. She coped and fought against her obstacles. She bought a baby doll, when her younger daughter had her baby. Took care of that baby doll as if she was taking care of her grand child. I salute this lady’s will power. I will never ever forget her. In my culture we call mother in law “auntie”. I never did. I called her… MOM. I realized she is a true form of a mom. A person with lot of patience.

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This is my fare well to her. I love you so much. When we see again. We will talk more about Hindi movies and your favorite actors as we usually do, when we were alone.Thank you for coming in to my life and most importantly you liked my cooking. Peace.