SCENT

I opened your closets today.
Your dresses, your coats...they all have your smell.
And your favorite burgundy shawl, the Paisley Pashmina, that's got your scent.
It made me smile. But not for long.
Mom. Heaven. August 13, 2012.
Lingering-a-roses.

POWER

I shield my eyes, lest they be seen crying.
But the tears come anyway.
Uncontrolled.
No weapon wields that strength.
Mom. Heaven. August 13, 2012.
Ma, you got the power.

VALUE

I learnt the laws of demand and supply in school.
But the real meaning of scarcity making something more valuable is clearer today.
Want a better understanding of value??
Try losing a mother.
Mom. Heaven. August 13, 2012.
Fuck Economics!!

OUCH!!

Death.
It has a unique strength, a phenomenal power to touch you.
In fact, it's probably the one thing which hits you hardest...without physical contact.
Mom. Heaven. August 13, 2012.
Dayumn, that hurts!!

MOM. HEAVEN. AUGUST 13, 2012

Mom.
She heard everyone but listened only to herself.
Always did the opposite of what I told her.
At her bedside the other day, I said "Ma, fix yourself up. You need to heal. Don't die on me."
And guess what she did??
Just the opposite!!
In fact, I am confident she's up there giving God a hard time right now.
Get some rest Ma. And let Heaven rest.
Mom. Heaven. August 13, 2012.
I still love you.