Thanks for trying so hard.
I know it’s not easy for you too.
And you have been trying different ways
to make me feel at ease
to lend your ears even when I keep mum
to say you are there for me, but also
to know when not to speak
to be a friend when it’s most difficult to be
to care beyond your duties
Oh I was so blind to the world
I couldn’t see you trying so hard
to balance my grief with your kindness
I cannot pretend it didn’t work
‘Cause it did!
Today I smile because of people like you!
But I never got to thank you!
So, here you go!
Big fat thank you!
Priyanka, Madhura, Nirav, Siji, Prasanth, Nithya, Pari, Aishu, Nivas and Jayashree. Love you folks!
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p.s: here are a few more thank yous for the days to come 😉 I am not going to pretend it’s over yet!
Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!
—Added the following on Jan 5th,2016—
I couldn’t help but add the following piece to the post. It was too precious to stay in the comments section. Especially at a time like this when you realize kids are indeed wiser than us – the “adults”. Here is what some of my cousins have written about Vishnu. Truly Amazing.
Badri Srinivasan, Youngest Cousin
When Darkness take-over and
There is only one little ray of hope
I want to cling on to this ray of hope
which are the sweetest memories I had with you
To my dear Vishnu
V – Vivid
I – Intelligent
S – Super Cutie
H – Hilarious
N – Nice
U – Ultimate
Ananth Srinivasan, his elder brother
As the clock ticks on, I realise
Every precious second I spent with you counts like a life-time,
While I breathe in that fragrance of the past,
It dawns on me that, though as humans we have accomplished a lot
and in many ways, we have done the extreme,
But one thing we haven’t conquered is ‘time’ and I sincerely wish we have done that too
When you were with us we were in cloud nine and
Now while the dark clouds are looming large
I am optimistic that a silver lining will emerge
It has not been that easy to move on by shedding tears
Or by crying my heart out because I know
It’s impossible to bring you back
But I know it’s possible to hope for a better future,
Filled with your joyous memories
They tell us to embrace the positive feelings,
But is it that easy to control your emotions when a Hulk is threatening to break out of its cage?
Unlike the fire that died out in my poem, hope and memories never die out,
I hate sad endings so all that I can say for now is:
Good luck on your new journey!
Raghav, Cousin brother
he will be born again
first as a butterfly then as a cow and as a baby…
Thank you guys! It’s been such an honor for me to have such amazing guys like you as brothers! No matter the age, you have shown true wisdom earned my respect!
Blank Space – Unedited version: Dedicated to my brother and the lives he touched.
As the sadness fills your heart
You look for that tiny ray of hope to hold on to
to cherish and to celebrate the life that was*
At first sight, all you see is darkness
You almost believe that it’s impossible to recover
You feel as if the whole world is on your head
And you cannot stand on your feet any more
The mind refuses to be tamed
The whole world seems to be one big joke
So lame and so stupid
Like machines have suddenly invaded the planet
Lifeless and loveless
And it almost feels like the end
The end only because, the dear protagonist** is no more.
You don’t expect it, but then the story goes on
In the midst of the hopelessness, you find a tiny spark
At the first sight, it seems ridiculous
You question the whole existence
The Whys the hows and Why nots
A wave of silence gets past you
Feeling dumbfound, you search for answers within
The-what-could’ve-beens and the-what-ifs transform
in to what-was
You take the first step – accept
And you find a tiny bit of relief there
But you are still filled with the grief (mounting by the minute)
As if the Death Star*** just destroyed one whole planet
A huge emptiness to fill
Then you take the next step consciously
To celebrate the life that was
The moments that were priceless
The memories that were created
The unwritten songs sing in your head
The untold stories flash in front of you
As if it were real
And you suddenly feel the warmth binding you to the present
You feel whole, light and bright
The experience flips 180 degrees
You cannot but celebrate
You cannot but rejoice
You cannot but cherish
And you know and you feel
The story is now yours to write!
Where do you wanna start?
*of my brother
** From one of my brother’s quotes
Some of the best pieces of work is created when a writer chooses to kill of their dear protagonists.
Here’s to all the characters who v will never see and the writers who ve had the nerve to kill their creations!!
*** StarWars Reference – the last movie he saw on this planet.
On a Lazy Sunday afternoon, I sit down write a post
Voices flood in my head like the AIB roast
So much to write and so little time
Yet, I begin with nonsensical rhyme
What do I write? What do I write?
Books, cycle, goals, everything might
But, I would rather sit and troll
As the laziness of the noon takes its toll
Not void of inspiration
But of perception and perspiration
Trying hard to find what I lost
Like the trail of a ghost
That is never seen
A thousand memories, may be its in between
Wishing and hoping as the words stream
Describing the untold memories as they screen
In my eyes, they seem
Like a distant world I have never seen
I stop to take notice
As “it” finds me through rages of injustice*
I find a treasure
Happiness bound beyond any measure
I didn’t know I had it
But has been mine, always, I admit
Till today, I let it drain
For today, I Begin Again
* I started writing poetry to express my feelings about injustice in society when I was about 11. That’s how I found relief and do so even today :).