MOM AND DAD

With sleeplessness in my eyes,
With Shuddering shoulders I despise,
Keeking through the slightly open door,
Is it all or there is more ?
With Trembling hands, I feel
With Fear in my eyes, I believe
They’ll erase themselves and me too
Form a part of catacomb with me too.

Oh that slowly smashing vase,
Those scattering pieces of glass,
Not only betokens their agony,
But their promises, so phoney.
That screeching makes my heart bleed,
For my eyes, hands and ears to plead.
Their bawling noises fill me,
Their silence too kills me.

With an access of bate,
In their eyes, they hate,
Not each other but me too
And this accursed relationship too.
In the zero hours he arrives,
In the wee hours she cries.
Contemplating life and me,
For my incognisant eyes to see.

He harks back to weekdays,
She made morning tea for his weak days.
Leaving for his late meeting,
Would peck her soft before leaving.
She’d prepare a miscellany of meals,
Would try new dishes every week.
He’d vamoose from meetings,
For us to savour dumplings.

Now he dies in reminiscence of her tea
And the cold morning, to flea.
She awaits his kiss before leaving,
He only vociferates on her before leaving.
She lies sans spirit,
Not cooking meals, hearing crickets.
He’d stay back for meetings.
Now comes back home, drinking.

I pine extensively for her fondles
Her longing leaves me rottend.
His cuddles tired me,
Now he doesn’t even admire me.
We would caper in the room,
Me, mom and dad in the gloom.
Inevitable bouts of homesickness fills me,
Staying at home doesn’t help me.

I wish to bring quietus to this tussle,
And end this being from this hustle.
Let me disengage from ceaseless fights,
Let me engage in boundless nights.
God do away with the quivers already,
Call me to your getaways, I’m ready.
This is more than I can brace,
I’m your child, please embrace.