Xmas

Merry Christmas folks…

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Santa Claus is coming to town

We are already in the mid of December, gearing up for the two remaining festivities of the year: Christmas and New Year’s Eve, both of which will be the swan song of 2018. And the gusto of the people can be very well witnessed from the way the city has been lit up for the two year ending celebrations. Fairy lights hanging from atop the apartments and buildings adorning the concrete manors which no matter how gigantically built would otherwise rarely grasp anyone’s attention. Christmas trees prettify the entrance of malls, decorated with shimmering streamers, stars and Christmas cheer. Beneath this would be cardboard boxes wrapped in gift papers which, even though empty or just kept for show would capture the eyes of many children. Pastry shops would begin displaying their Yule Logs and cupcakes.
And, if we are lucky enough, we may even spot Santa. Our beloved Father Christmas, Santa Claus has been a childhood fascination of almost every one of us. The jolly, pot-bellied, white-bearded man who obliquely was responsible for magically transforming mischievous kids into angels during the month of Christmas. As a toddler, most of us have prayed wholeheartedly to Santa hoping for him to grant us our desired gifts. Some of us have probably even stuck a sock out from our beds anticipating some Christmas cheer. Many of us got surprises in the morning. As a child, Christmas was all about chocolates, cakes, gifts and joy. In those days of ignorance, when we had fairly little idea of peace, it was a joyous celebration during our winter vacations. We would hope against hope for all our wishes to come true that angelic night.
As a kid, I remember decorating a guava tree with pebbles stuffed in coloured paper. To finish up my masterpiece, I would hang a fairy light over it and the entire tree would liven up in the evening. And the next morning I would wake up to find packets of chips and chocolates hanging from the tree branches. That’s how my Santa would bless me with (Of course I did find out the identity of who ‘he’ or rather, ‘they’ were, later).
But those were before digitalisation took place. Even now in the days of #Christmas #Celebration, I do hope to see kids decorating Christmas trees in their gardens with full energy, lighting candles to mark the birth of Jesus Christ. In this age of internet and having the world in the grasp of your palms, let us hope that the purity of our kids is left untouched and they still believe in the fatherly figure Santa who would bring gifts to them only when they listen to their mammas and play good. Let’s not deprive the kids of this generation with that sense of surprise that this festival boasts of. Rather than the showbiz on social media, let’s truly evoke the blessings of the almighty as the year ends. After all, Christmas is all about celebrating innocence, peace and unity.

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Changing Seasons

Remember the evening,

5^th of October,

We watched the sun

Set by the waves.

And as the ocean stroke

Against the infinite horizon,

An enigmatic music echoed,

Began my new poetry.

 

Another month later,

By the snowy pines,

We watched the snowflakes

Rosettes and dendrites.

And as the leaves stroke,

Your hand brushed against mine,

I fumbled words

As you smiled.

 

And from winter came spring,

Breathing lives

To the sleepy and snowed,

I heard the music loud and clear,

And of my poem,

Three verses were near.

 

Then last night

I wrote one too,

By your bed side,

Watching you sleep,

As I silently whispered,

My confessions unheard.

 

Now I stand,

With tear drops

Under the rain.

With the clutter ended

My music abrupt.

But did my poetry?

 

And by your grave,

With my confessions unheard,

You still remain

My incomplete poetry.

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Merry Christmas

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