Slides Of Our Life
A simple narration...
Separation has become a habit in my life.
Living away from me is a fact of your life.
Our son was barely one.
I was left all alone.
To manage home and work,
With a grown infant was not a joke.
Less than a year, I joined you.
Worse was this reunion than separation from you.
Extended working hours became your normal tenure.
My employment helped to endure this torture.
We were settling, you chose to relocate.
No not again; I was not ready to live separate.
I am an optimist by nature.
I kept pessimism away from my future.
I felt, blessing in disguise was this relocation.
My hatred for that place was way lesser than that for separation.
Separation was ruled out with a bonus.
I quit my job and homemaking became my focus.
Only home, husband, son; what a bliss!!
In all this excitement, nothing was amiss.
Only for a while.
I started missing you.
You had no time for us two.
Your work was always your passion and love.
Your presence at home was almost love.
Our son and I craved for your attention.
I started to feel your work as a pretension.
Then began the bite and sting of your absence.
Unable to bear these, snapped was my tolerance.
Cribbing, nagging, fighting arose out of tension.
Slowly, our son was getting affected by this friction.
I was numbed by fear.
I smelt our disaster, being very near.
God was always on our side.
He saved us from the life taking slide.
His blessing came in the guise of relocation.
This again called for separation.
But this separation was most welcome.
We could review our past and evaluate what is to come.
This evaluation brought us even closer.
Closer because we never realized our love for each other.
Our love had no physical expression.
"Be demonstrative" was the solution arrived at, after evaluation.
Taking each other for granted was hiding our feelings.
We decided to give more time to our relation and living.
Three years later, we were united.
To a very large extent we succeeded;
In putting our past colorless life in to history.
We were a happy three.
Our son was in absolute glee.
You went on a weeklong project.
Its' almost three months; undecided is the fate of project.
Dialectic is the situation.
Dialogs and dialectics is the only solution.
Anyway, everything points towards separation.
May be separation is our destiny.
I am afraid; our happiness is not its progeny.
Living away from me is a fact of your life.
Our son was barely one.
I was left all alone.
To manage home and work,
With a grown infant was not a joke.
Less than a year, I joined you.
Worse was this reunion than separation from you.
Extended working hours became your normal tenure.
My employment helped to endure this torture.
We were settling, you chose to relocate.
No not again; I was not ready to live separate.
I am an optimist by nature.
I kept pessimism away from my future.
I felt, blessing in disguise was this relocation.
My hatred for that place was way lesser than that for separation.
Separation was ruled out with a bonus.
I quit my job and homemaking became my focus.
Only home, husband, son; what a bliss!!
In all this excitement, nothing was amiss.
Only for a while.
I started missing you.
You had no time for us two.
Your work was always your passion and love.
Your presence at home was almost love.
Our son and I craved for your attention.
I started to feel your work as a pretension.
Then began the bite and sting of your absence.
Unable to bear these, snapped was my tolerance.
Cribbing, nagging, fighting arose out of tension.
Slowly, our son was getting affected by this friction.
I was numbed by fear.
I smelt our disaster, being very near.
God was always on our side.
He saved us from the life taking slide.
His blessing came in the guise of relocation.
This again called for separation.
But this separation was most welcome.
We could review our past and evaluate what is to come.
This evaluation brought us even closer.
Closer because we never realized our love for each other.
Our love had no physical expression.
"Be demonstrative" was the solution arrived at, after evaluation.
Taking each other for granted was hiding our feelings.
We decided to give more time to our relation and living.
Three years later, we were united.
To a very large extent we succeeded;
In putting our past colorless life in to history.
We were a happy three.
Our son was in absolute glee.
You went on a weeklong project.
Its' almost three months; undecided is the fate of project.
Dialectic is the situation.
Dialogs and dialectics is the only solution.
Anyway, everything points towards separation.
May be separation is our destiny.
I am afraid; our happiness is not its progeny.
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