Haunting.

 
 
We played together for hours
Me and my sister
And it started raining
We went running inside our house
Thrashing the wet mud on the way
She said, ‘Wait for me’
I grabbed her arm and we rushed inside
The ecstasy of that moment was mystifying
I still don’t know why but we started laughing
First I laughed and then she imitated me
She tried to laugh in my voice
Those times were so blissful
We didn’t need any reason to laugh
We just laughed
I said, ‘Stop laughing, father is coming’
She kept laughing
And I kept laughing
We rolled on the floor as we laughed
I rolled over to my father’s side
He was talking to someone on the phone
‘Go away’, he said
I and my sister were still laughing
Suddenly, the bliss was gone
As my father slapped me hard on my face
And that was some hard blow I got
My sister stopped laughing and I started crying
It has been 50 years since then
But I still remember it
Every day when I go to sleep
I play that scene in my mind
And I wonder, ‘Why did we laugh so hard that day?’
And I still remember that there was no reason
But the question that haunts me is,
‘Why did my father slapped me?’

10 thoughts on “Haunting.”

  1. Mabel Kwong says:

    Such a beautiful poem you written, Shreyans. You weaved happy and confused emotions so seamlessly together, writing from the perspective of both past and present.

    1. shreyans says:

      Thanks. You make me happy by your words

      1. Mabel Kwong says:

        Your poetry and words always inspire me. They are always so heartfelt, and seem so effortless. So smooth 🙂

        1. shreyans says:

          And I love your perspective on life. The things you observe and explain.

          1. Mabel Kwong says:

            You are very kind, Shreyans. I also like your perspective through your poetry and fiction. You explore real life on a deep level through this kind of writing.

          2. shreyans says:

            Thanks

  2. Soumya Somani says:

    Awesome! Simple yet beautifully expressed !!

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you so much

  3. Idle Muser says:

    I always like poems that tell a story, and this one does so. Good one, Shreyans!

    1. admin says:

      Thank you so much aditi. I am glad you liked it.

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