My Nanaji – Delhi Poetry Slam

My Nanaji

By Riya Gahlot

1.I saw it 

I saw it all mother 

How your smile and laughter never reached your soulless eyes

How they did not even blink

When the waves of tears streamed uncontrollably down your face 

How you let them fall freely unheeding 

How even breathing hurt you

I saw it all

 

2.I saw it 

How you wept alone 

How when he died, a part of you died too

How you yearned to hear his voice just for once

How you used to smell his clothes to feel his presence

How you begged his cold lifeless body to talk to you 

Which laid out in the Verandah enclosed in colourless clothes 

But he did not leave the comfort of eternal sleep

His stubborn closed eyes and lips as blue as the sky that night remained unmoved 

What you touched that night, you might had it 

But his soul had been long gone

Beyond the supreme clouds and out of our reach

 

3.Nani became both blind and deaf to her surroundings 

Our cries did not reach her ears

We all became strangers to her abstracted gaze

Which seemed to stare off far beyond the horizon 

Searching resolutely for something unattainable

All endeavours of tears to escape were proved to be futile 

Her lips unlearned all words

As her heart froze

Like the air that night in insurmountable grief 

 

4.The house that he had abandoned fell into an aching silence

The air became poisonous and smothering 

Only his glasses, his motorcycle, his medicines, 

His black sandals and his ironed white clothes remained

His phone rang within the confines of his cupboard 

That will never be received by him again

His room once enveloped by his warmth 

Still glows like the stars of summer nights 

On which nani would used to rub his warm feet

But now the chilly air of every November will forever be piercing 

Like the flames which embraced him 

 

5.People came everyday with their condolences

Mother, you went from denying the agonizing truth 

To become utterly silent as if you felt nothing at all

I remember when you woke up in the middle of that night

Claiming that you heard his voice calling out for you 

As if he wanted to make his presence felt to his favourite child

I wonder if he was cold and lonely that night

I wonder if his heart cried too

 Watching us, as we longed for him 

I wonder if he was there with us that night

 

6.Now, three winters have vanished by since we have heard his voice 

The only thing we hear now 

Are the loud whispers of people about how his family have fallen apart

How the black Hat of the family has finally made its presence known

And who was thought of as a serpent turned out to be an ewe 

I wonder if it was watching his family gradually turning into ashes before he did 

Is why his heart gave out 

But we will never know 

As he departed from our lives without saying any words 

We will never know as we pine for him in the aftermath

 

7.Now, I see you mother 

How you wear your invisible pain like a soldier 

How your eyes always linger a little too long on his uncreased clothes

I asked you “why do you want to give them away?”

You said “what else should I do with them? They only remind me more of him. 

He is always on my mind. They only remind me more of what I have lost.”

Caught a glimpse of you writing in your diary the other night 

How you could never let go of him

No matter how many summers and winters fades by 

How he will never meet what I and my brother will become 

How you cannot wait to wither away and be incinerated

As the absence of his shadow in your life has devoured yours existence 


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