Monday, 24 October 2022

My Last Stay

 My Last Stay*

25.10.2022


My Last stay with the shrunken house- Lady on rent

In Market area of Jalandhar cantt, Punjab

With vile as her true companion and shrewd maliciousness as her true identity

And violent outbursts of a vampire...

I stayed.

with the freshly painted, remodelled 1room house with much priced wallpaper 

Somehow was so painful to my bio-mental set up,

It crashed.

Everything was intact. Every corner was organised.

But something whispered-

Nothing i find here

With which i can connect 

& feel grounded, acclinatized

After a while,

And failed to operate normal.

Sleepless nights continued 

With shaken, shrivelled, desected days, following.

Every fibre of the system was out of the place.

A Foreign feeling took to the root of Alienation.


Here in Kanan Vihar,

With another dishelved house lady whose heart breeds contempt, suspicion, fire, poison, machinations for me, 

Again in an 1 roomed room arrangement,

closed-fisted or almost restricted to 1 day meal only ...

Whose walls have gone so old,

Whose malfunctioned toiletries,

No washing machine,

No water filter,

Have to go down to fetch water with lot of sarcasm

Like the last stay where the punjabi lady keeps on passing bitter remarks and demands to fetch water for her from far away source,

My time river has arrivef 

Again in an one roomed arrangement 

Where i can access the fridge with vile taunts...

With peeled Paints here and there, imaginary creatures keep crawling to my amusement 

Like a fairytale has unfolded again...


My bio-rhythm breaks occasionally 

And Kundalini ran down in utter shock to hide in unreachable caverns,

But keep climbing to Sahasrara

And reestablishes the bio-rhythm 

As I see the signature of my father upon the foundation of this building 

And a painstaking voice of someone knocks at my door asking for help and with namkeens and sweets as offering of a grateful heart who followed me and the same path I took to come to this earth

And somehow finds the thread to remember me

In long drainage of forgetfulness of a defunct mind.

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