An evocative poem by Rupa that explores relationships, for Different Truths.
Faced with fearsome fogs of fateful forgetfulness,
Events eventually evaporating from sanity of recall.
Days, deeds, dates dilute into darkness of disappearance,
Rush of intimacies, kinship of kindred souls amok in free fall.
High of Magical moments, memories marred for momentary madness
Waging winning war on weak souls is allure of addictions and alcohol
What is a family’s role – role of loved one,
Leading life white knuckled and in dreaded despair
Support with tough love, support in loving prayer
Support with raging and venting and tears of care
Snatch few moments of hazeless minutes to share
Only to climb back up hamster wheel in deep despair
You are depleted in energy, liking and patience
Taking care of self is the foremost step with sense’
You are lonely loving alone sitting on thorny fence
Your life is on hold for others choice lacking prescience
Yours is the duty to love you, to make you a best- friend
Body needs nutrition, soul seeks non-judgmental lens
Life’s ticking away, let no loved one block your exuberance
Guilt, shame, judgement, anger, inadequacy may pull you back
Be bold, find support of likeminded to get onto happiness track
These are true friends that’s family that understands your journey
Build yourself, no more to be isolated, conflicted, alone or lonely
©Rupa Rao
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Rupa is an army child who schooled in 9 towns in 12 years. She graduated from Jabalpur; did MBA, and Law from Mumbai. Travelling, learning about cultures, imbibing differences, dialects are a blessing of a nomadic life. She has been to Japan; Hawaii; Crete; Greek Islands; Amsterdam; Bermuda; the Bahamas and some exotic places within India. She has dabbled in poetry, interviews, articles, painting, Deejaying, etc. She seeks to explore places, people, adventures, experiences, colours, textures, stories waiting to be tapped.
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Beautiful, soulful.
There is nothing called “ family “. That is an untruth truth told by millions over millennial of lifetimes.
The journey is always from self to oneself.
Anu-Thanks for reading and your inputs. Journey is of self-realization. We learn most from so called “family”- be it connections of birth; marriage; friendship; social; work related; support groups; those who stand by us when most needed or just in your life as soul connect.
Typically we narrow it to those we co-habit with in traditional sense.
Appreciate your insights