Monday, July 15, 2013

An ode to the Morning star(Varghese's Batmintion club)


Early mornings are a no for me, Early mornings are alien to me
The July rains are a monstrous lot
Killing the romance of kerala monsoons
Have our once soft rain gods gone rash?
the birds in our neighbours mango tree
sit drenched and call morose wake up tunes
their summer songs forgotten
to the incessant mad melody of falling showers
my sprained right foot
refuses to wake up,, maybe its tendonitis
or an early onset of osteoporosis
or maybe it’s the pain of being abandoned at dawn?
I limp to the cold kitchen to cook common breakfast for a polygonal family
an obstinate toddler, Sibling teenagers who have contrasting tastes
2 senile in laws who audit my idlis and sambhar
with the fervour of certifying agencies and of course a ravenous husband
Breakfast done and lunch tiffins still to pack
and i sprint upstairs to wake my offsprings from slumber
my 4 year old is a curled up into little ball, impossible to unfurl
my teens so lost in their world of dreams to hear my yells
I balance lunch boxes, umbrellas, my little boy and coffee mugs
cajole the kids from bed, maybe with a blow or two
weave a magical story to help my son drink his milk
then suddenly it’s over, the buses arrive and the morning rush is over.
It’s just a few hours but mornings get the better of me
My yells echo in our tiny street, my blood pressure peaks
My neighbours fathom terrible things and my in laws cringe
It’s just a few years I tell myself and my mornings will be calm once again
the cold morning breeze brings in with it my smiling spouse
in his sports gear he is still a boy, far away from the domestic chaos
his world suddenly shrunk , uncomplicated
where anything is possible. triumphant and peaceful
The 2 mobiles lie silent at his side, There is no persuasive marketing talk
For now all the demons of the day are dead.
For now It’s just a bright morning , full of promise
Corporate battle wounds healed . Spirit revived for another day.
morning star, kindly light, shine on
for balding heads need the safe sanctuary of play
a hard fought win ,some friends to taunt
to make light of life and a place to be your own true self.