The Meaningless Mire

I wake up early in the morning,

Indeed, too early to Sunday morning,

Open my balcony, 

Sit there and take a deep breath,

To the view of silhouette of buildings and trees;

Whiff the cold breeze
Clubbed with the warmth of sun rays,

Sense the harmony in animated trees,

Can’t ingnore the signature beauty 

Of Bangalore mornings!

Witness the daily routine of a crow family:

In the morning, whatever be it,

Mamma and Pappa crows sit together,

Clean each other and plan their day;

It’s such a beautiful sight to see them 

So committed to each other

They sort out all their conflicts,

When the sun goes down;

When the sun is up, they shine with hope.

This scene gives me the energy to go on

With the dull routines,

And nightmarish real-life problems:

Tangled in the parental kinship 

That drowns me every day

In the mire of meaningless madness;

Started with gratitude and sincere respect, 

Went on for the sake of unconditional love,

Now, all faded away - just the fear - 

Not to fail the duty!

Sanity points out that in the course, 

I lost the self care or sustenance;

Neither have the courage to go beyond,

Nor have the choice to get out of the mire;

Years passed with cautious notion - 

Not to entangle another soul into the whirlwind 

I hold to this moment of everyday morning  

Where the morning breeze whispers:

“Carry on my wayward son

There will be peace when you are done 

Lay your weary head to rest

Don’t you cry no more”

(Quoted lines are from a song by Kansas)