Conversations with Mirage
Flux of thoughts
In my youthful radiance
a dream job & steady income
didn’t seem enough
what if the life gets rough ?
You need someone to share the old age
I succumbed to this famous adage
I settled with a guy
& parents let a relieved sigh
After a high flying career, holidays abroad
& FB worthy pictures overload
Coming to a tidy, quiet house
felt like a void, something amiss
Plus in every family gatherings
some very curious, some left unsaid
When’s the baby coming ?
is everyone’s quest
The clock’s ticking, don’t delay !
half the stress, half some issues
It never clicked
umpteen visits to the fertility clinics
& the doc exclaimed
‘This is the last cycle before we call it quits’
Oh God ! just let it succeed
Can give up all for this one thing !
Prayers answered, conflicts resolved
Double line it is !!
The tiny tot arrived, my little bundle of joy !
Time flew, he’s grown up a bit
For his tantrums & company
He needs a sibling, not toys
This time no ordeal, destiny made it easy
& baby no 2 was on the way
A home, a husband & two lovely kids
now crossed off the list
my degrees gathering dust
caught my eye
& the void crept in again
albeit different this time
A dangling bunch of carrots kept me calling
I rejoined office to do something “worthwhile”
Returning to a messy home
sneezing, coughing, teething kids
swinging between babysitters & daycare
it became much to handle, this pressure
They need my attention, love & care
I hung my boots
& this time for good
Days became months & months turned years
Now it’s an empty nest
kids taking their own life tests
Let me freelance, to not get bored
So, now I write & read even more
the elusive views, claps & followers I ignore
as I focus on the stories from the world over
Wisdom strikes me, like the words of a monk
Everyone has a struggle, it’s different for all
nothing wrong or right way to call
What seems like a mirage to me
can be a flowing, cool water indeed
if I care to keenly see
or just a shiny, lustrous heap of sand
provoking me to run further, nowhere to end
The illusion’s real only as much as the flux of thoughts
I wish I had less battles fought !
