Father Part 4

He is really well-dressed and graceful,’ she thought as he knocked at the door. She was so engrossed in watching him that she didn’t realise it had been five minutes since he had been standing there. ‘Mother, Uncle Sikander still hasn’t opened the door,’ she shouted. Maybe a bit too loud because the young man turned around and looked straight at her. She whipped away…

Mortal Coil

Oh, to lie beneath the stars!Permit the echoes,Silence blows my way,Soothe and calmMy inner world.Unlike the hum,From treasured dreams,Of splinters embeddedIn my soul. Oh, to lie upon the clouds!Let the softness,Of non existence,Heal and mendMy worn spirit.Unlike the abrasiveSlash and cutOf taboos chafingAgainst my heart. Oh, to lie today!And be allowed to lieFor ever more.

fathers shoes

Father

The small room felt so much larger today to the man propped on the bed in front of the lone window. He sensed a change in the wind coming through the flimsy curtains that hung down in tatters behind him. The room had acquired a brightness notwithstanding the peeling paint on the walls and Sid, as people called him, felt on top of the world.…

Crocodile Tears

He died the night I thought I was dying. “I can’t breathe,” I whispered, when I heard his languid voice on the other end.“Why? What’s wrong?”Gasping, I described the excruciating pain in my lungs.“How bad is it, darling?” He asked, affecting anxiousness. I groaned in reply.I heard a sigh, laboriously drawn and I smiled in spite of the pain.“Why don’t you call a doctor?” he suggested.…