The Verge of Perdition

I'm dying a natural death...

With no wish to live again, love again,
I've chosen my path,
Have chosen this death bed...

I'm dying a natural death...

Utterly satiated with life,
No shame and No regret,
Never worried about the past,
Nor worrying about the fate...

I'm dying a natural death...

Faced this dissonant life as a musical,
Happiness as eternal,
Sorrows as ephemeral,
Eventually realizing,
there's nothing; I can really get...

I'm dying a natural death...

Tears were a constant companion,
Although I hated them purely,
They were there, always there,
In elation, in sorrow, in prosperity, in misery,

Now when they too have dried up,
I am following the path of my mate....

I'm dying a natural death...

As long as this heart beats,
Your memories will certainly haunt me,
As long as I see you standing there,
I know you will always want me,
So just let me take this last breathe,
Stop worrying for me, for...

I'm dying a natural death...

My Mom and Metallica...

One day, engrossed in the music, overwhelmed by the song and almost sitting on cloud 11, I asked my mother, "Mummy, have you ever listened to Metallica?"

While dusting the furniture, she asked casually, "No, What's that? A musical instrument?"

I almost fell from the Sofa.
I recovered and told her, "Nahi Mummy, Its a band, Rock band. Have you ever listened to the Song- 'Nothing Else Matters'?"

She replied, " Nahi beta, Never"

"What? No? Try listening to it. It's awesome!"

"Nahi beta, its ok. You Listen"

I was adamant. "Oh come on mummy. Have You ever tried your ears at western music? Have you ever appreciated the difference between harmonica and a piano? Why don't you try it?"

She retorted, "Don't act like your father. What do you know? When I was your age, even I listened to English numbers. I was a great fan of Boney M, Abba and others. But after marriage who pursues those interests? Ask your friends, do their mothers hip-hop or rock around, with grey hair?"

I was adamant still. God, I would have made Sidhu proud.
I said, " Please mummy, listen to it na..."

Reluctantly she tucked one of the earphones in her ear and the other was was serving my labyrinth.
I don't understand why it happens but when you try to impose your favorite song on others, you start singing the song as if it will enhance the euphony.
I was no exception...

It was just the seond line when she said, "God!"
I looked at her smugly and continued singing, feeling content that she finally got the essence of that song.

But my smugness vanished in a flash when she said, "God!, Its already 2 and I haven't even prepared lunch! Your father must be on his way!"

She threw the earphone and ran to the kitchen.

I was speechless, I was feeling like a dumb.
I didn't know what to do? The song which was soothing my ears suddenly started mocking me.

Then I heard the noise of Stainless Steel Plates, Bronze Cups and Iron Kadhai being washed in the kitchen, and then I consoled myself thinking, "Koi nahi yaar, in her own way she's rocking and definitely in her own style, she's related to Metallica!!!"