Itchy
They say when someone talks to you more than they normally do, one should be alerted. It was a bright and sunny, yet cool morning. He was home that day, so it must have been a weekend. He was surprisingly nice to me that morning. I thought my good days have started having finally seen someone so close look at me the way I looked at him.
I ate to my heart's fill - hadn't eaten that much all my life, all days put together. Mom was watching from the sidelines. All that food and she kept distance. I wondered to myself if she wasn't hungry. But then it was she who had shown me the importance of eating well when you can, WE being US. It later occurred to me that she had seen all this before.
And then it happened - the moment of darkness. It stretched for a long time - I could feel the jump and the turns. He spoke all along on his absolute necessity to protect the family. From me? "What had I done?" I thought as I began to itch badly, once again.
When it ended, I couldn't recognize where I was. He was there though. But not for long. His dull face turned sad and then stern as he rode away.
One son of a bitch had done in another.
It didn't take long for my unrelated cousins to take notice of their breakfast. And I didn't get to notice how long it took. As a last wish, I thought next time around, I should get a better shot at life.
I expected death to be scary, but strangely, it wasn't - well for one, it looked like me; except it was wearing a different coat.
I guess it's goodbye, then! Funny that the end of the ride was the end of the road as well.
The context:
Years ago, we had a stray puppy living in our back garden. It developed fleas all over and all of us were horribly troubled as the fleas invaded our house. Our baby had scratch marks all over her. So I had to move him from our premises in a hurry.
It was a cruel act, but I couldn't think of a better way at that moment. He stuck on in my mind and wrote these lines today as the price for his disappearance act.
A reflection that one good way to face death is to see it as a reflection of ourselves, our deeds. The "different coat" indicates that while we are the ones to have committed the deeds, death is merely a result of it. Of course in the context of the puppy, the only plausible explanation is that it perhaps took birth to settle some of it's past karma or it took birth to pass the karma to me.
Crawley
"I was starving, mom wouldn't feed me, by siblings wouldn't let me even if she wanted to. In two days I was staring at some very strange looking dark thing. So soon, God? I thought.
I mean, I was young alright, but anyone can see it when it approaches.
It picked me up and then I felt it. For the very first time in life. He had figured out a way to keep me alive. He fed me to strength and in a couple of days, I way like any fine, playful puppy. Crawley, he called me since I would start crawling when I saw him, out of sheer love.
Until one Day I crawled under his car a second time even after he moved me from there. I was saved by his kind hands and had died by them. A pity, love couldn't last longer than that."
The context:
Crawley was one of nine stray puppies born in a storm water drain. He starved from day one because his siblings wouldn't let him suckle. I fed him milk with a cotton cloth and in two days he was in full force. He chose to leave too soon though.
Let's just say Crawley literally crawled into sunset.
Boo
You trudged into our lives calmly and lived with us like a saint. We now understand the true reason behind your poise and unwilling participation in play. We unwitting humans take time to extend our thoughts beyond our perceptions; we humbly acknowledge that we failed to understand your receding physical condition. But you took our inexperience so willingly; absorbed all the expectations we threw at you.
You came to our life as divinity itself. Your memories and actions, your angelic gaze, the spots you would lie down frequently fill us with tears - but mind you - we are no more sad about your departing. I wont explain it, but our prayers are that our inevitable recollections of you should not hold you from transitioning to a place befitting your blissful existence notwithstanding the flawed body and you hid all that so very well.
We were fortunate to have had you and bid farewell to you with our hearts filled with your paw-prints. You have left us. Fulfilled.
A poem written in honour of Boo
Roo-Ba-Roo Roshni
(In the presence of the light of the Lord: when the dog comes face-to-face with the Lord)
sochtaa hoon main ab
Kuch waqt aur mil jaata toh...
Thode saal aur diye hote
Mere saathi ke saath
(I wish I had a little more time with my human friend)
Sunaa, aur haste hue
Mere Daata ne kiyaa sawaal
"chaudhah saal ka manu-vaas
kya tujhe paDaa kam?"
(God asks back : 14 years of living with a human - is that less? note: 14 years of van-vaas and 14 years of manu-vaas)
Sharm se main ne kaha "Nahin"
mere Daata, Tere anmol virachanaa
ke zehen mein itna lamba vaas
uske dil mein rehnaa khaas
(No, My Lord, it is a long time, I apologize. To be in the mind of your most precious creation - it is very long")
usey sachche aur roohaani
pyaar ka karwaana anubhav
issey accha kya anubhav?
nahin chahiye aur saal
(what could be a greater experience than making the human experience true soul-level love?)
dobaara mujhe do yahii janam
ya na do mujhe kuch
main toh amar hoon
mera saathi rahe jab tak.
(My human friend will remember me and my friendship till he is alive because it was completely honest)
They say when someone talks to you more than they normally do, one should be alerted. It was a bright and sunny, yet cool morning. He was home that day, so it must have been a weekend. He was surprisingly nice to me that morning. I thought my good days have started having finally seen someone so close look at me the way I looked at him.
I ate to my heart's fill - hadn't eaten that much all my life, all days put together. Mom was watching from the sidelines. All that food and she kept distance. I wondered to myself if she wasn't hungry. But then it was she who had shown me the importance of eating well when you can, WE being US. It later occurred to me that she had seen all this before.
And then it happened - the moment of darkness. It stretched for a long time - I could feel the jump and the turns. He spoke all along on his absolute necessity to protect the family. From me? "What had I done?" I thought as I began to itch badly, once again.
When it ended, I couldn't recognize where I was. He was there though. But not for long. His dull face turned sad and then stern as he rode away.
One son of a bitch had done in another.
It didn't take long for my unrelated cousins to take notice of their breakfast. And I didn't get to notice how long it took. As a last wish, I thought next time around, I should get a better shot at life.
I expected death to be scary, but strangely, it wasn't - well for one, it looked like me; except it was wearing a different coat.
I guess it's goodbye, then! Funny that the end of the ride was the end of the road as well.
The context:
Years ago, we had a stray puppy living in our back garden. It developed fleas all over and all of us were horribly troubled as the fleas invaded our house. Our baby had scratch marks all over her. So I had to move him from our premises in a hurry.
It was a cruel act, but I couldn't think of a better way at that moment. He stuck on in my mind and wrote these lines today as the price for his disappearance act.
A reflection that one good way to face death is to see it as a reflection of ourselves, our deeds. The "different coat" indicates that while we are the ones to have committed the deeds, death is merely a result of it. Of course in the context of the puppy, the only plausible explanation is that it perhaps took birth to settle some of it's past karma or it took birth to pass the karma to me.
Crawley
"I was starving, mom wouldn't feed me, by siblings wouldn't let me even if she wanted to. In two days I was staring at some very strange looking dark thing. So soon, God? I thought.
I mean, I was young alright, but anyone can see it when it approaches.
It picked me up and then I felt it. For the very first time in life. He had figured out a way to keep me alive. He fed me to strength and in a couple of days, I way like any fine, playful puppy. Crawley, he called me since I would start crawling when I saw him, out of sheer love.
Until one Day I crawled under his car a second time even after he moved me from there. I was saved by his kind hands and had died by them. A pity, love couldn't last longer than that."
The context:
Crawley was one of nine stray puppies born in a storm water drain. He starved from day one because his siblings wouldn't let him suckle. I fed him milk with a cotton cloth and in two days he was in full force. He chose to leave too soon though.
Let's just say Crawley literally crawled into sunset.
Boo
You trudged into our lives calmly and lived with us like a saint. We now understand the true reason behind your poise and unwilling participation in play. We unwitting humans take time to extend our thoughts beyond our perceptions; we humbly acknowledge that we failed to understand your receding physical condition. But you took our inexperience so willingly; absorbed all the expectations we threw at you.
You came to our life as divinity itself. Your memories and actions, your angelic gaze, the spots you would lie down frequently fill us with tears - but mind you - we are no more sad about your departing. I wont explain it, but our prayers are that our inevitable recollections of you should not hold you from transitioning to a place befitting your blissful existence notwithstanding the flawed body and you hid all that so very well.
We were fortunate to have had you and bid farewell to you with our hearts filled with your paw-prints. You have left us. Fulfilled.
A poem written in honour of Boo
Roo-Ba-Roo Roshni
(In the presence of the light of the Lord: when the dog comes face-to-face with the Lord)
sochtaa hoon main ab
Kuch waqt aur mil jaata toh...
Thode saal aur diye hote
Mere saathi ke saath
(I wish I had a little more time with my human friend)
Sunaa, aur haste hue
Mere Daata ne kiyaa sawaal
"chaudhah saal ka manu-vaas
kya tujhe paDaa kam?"
(God asks back : 14 years of living with a human - is that less? note: 14 years of van-vaas and 14 years of manu-vaas)
Sharm se main ne kaha "Nahin"
mere Daata, Tere anmol virachanaa
ke zehen mein itna lamba vaas
uske dil mein rehnaa khaas
(No, My Lord, it is a long time, I apologize. To be in the mind of your most precious creation - it is very long")
usey sachche aur roohaani
pyaar ka karwaana anubhav
issey accha kya anubhav?
nahin chahiye aur saal
(what could be a greater experience than making the human experience true soul-level love?)
dobaara mujhe do yahii janam
ya na do mujhe kuch
main toh amar hoon
mera saathi rahe jab tak.
(My human friend will remember me and my friendship till he is alive because it was completely honest)
