What do we do? I lack and i know:(

What do we do when she has stopped to move us... her existence we have become oblivion of... and she feels this change suddenly all the time?


we recognize these untold questions in her eyes " u dont talk to me any more, you are always busy here and there...u dont even smile at me anymore or not as often as i think u used to...you dont even say i love you and that you cant think life without me..."

"I am the same someone who u used talk endlessly abt things, who u to watch sleeping and coming closer to see if she was still breathing in fear what if u r no more...and when ur friends used to hate u u used to come home and find her witing for u and embracing u and u used to think atleast i have her, and now i walk past u without u even caring to raise an eyebrow... But yes you call me when u r sick, when u have something to share which u cannot think to share with anyone else... when u suddenly need some advise which i am the best person to get it from... and well when u need anything which only i can give to u... but once the need is over i again become like no body..."

And v know its true... v know vu r acting in very selfish ways... yet v feel its something which comes natural to us... and v want something abt that person to excite us so much that v start looking at them more then v look at the computer screen, or television, or news paper, or, the plate of food, or the shops and the accessories loaded, or the clouds, or the moon, or the girl that went past u or the man , or even a mali, or that kid v had never seen before... or anything which is not as old as her...

But she fails to raise that excitement... to give us something new to look abt to comment about, to grab our attention...

But this person is one... v will leave the whole world if she calls u to come rescue her from something which is abt to harm her, or have harmed her... she is that one person v will break anyones finger if he/she ever points at her... she is that one person v will protect over our life...she is that one person v will knowv will want to know is having someone to keep her company... even when v fail to provide it... and someone v will get worried if hasn't reached home on the time she usually comes back... who v will call all her friends and acquaintances, when she leaves the cell at home... who v want to know where she is if v wake up and she isn't there when she is supposed to be... and v send out a prayers she is fine and safe... and v feel relieved when v find her laughing and gossiping, or having beads in her hand sitting on a chair on the terrace...

and when u see her u give her a quick look and move out... hoping that she must not see that tear in our eyes... sometimes of self pity, sometimes for the stupid pain which she cannot take away... nor any tablet or doctor, sometimes that stupid laugh which v r too embarrassed to share with her... or anything which v know she cannot comprehend... for theres a generation gap... which keep getting wider... as v keep coming across millions of different thoughts and information and problems and concerns pulling us to leave that safe cocoon, which suddenly has become too boring and help for these problems is out there and we reach for the wider more crazier world which she isn't in touch with... for she is only in touch with us...

for she only cares for us... where as v care for the whole world...

for she only needs us where as v need the whole world...

and for she only thinks abt us... where as v think abt the whole world...

for v are her world... and she is just part of our world...

She is a mother... and v are that kid, which is fascinated by everything that is new around him/her which if she doesn't reach out to she will miss out... for a mom u can never miss out... u have her for waiting on u, looking for u, watching over u for the eternity...

until v become a mother and then v have a kid just like us and a world that is even more fascinating, more exciting more, devouring, more inticing, more indulging then what we had..and v will be a mother whose kids keep wandering, and may peeps once in a while, if we have been lucky and were kind to our parents in their old age...