Wrinkles

 I sat in my seat, 

Staring at the beauty, 

Who was staring at the window

All folded and pretty. 

That woman, I stared at 

Noticing deep things, 

And to myself

I thought of many happenings

Those knees, now in knots,

Once had scratches and boos 

Of the Playground. 

Those feet, now swollen, 

Once were decorated

with gold n silver 'payal'.

Those arms, now loose, 

Once flailed away 

As she played 'horsie'

With her daddy. 

Those nails, now plain and brittle, 

Once had hot red nailpaint adorning them

That hair, now brown and cream, 

Was once ebony black, 

Oiled and ribboned, 

By a mother's caring beam. 

Those ears, now stretched, 

Once had long earrings hanging down them, 

That figure, now under a saree, 

Was once in a beautiful kurti. 

Those eyes, now spectacled, 

Once were 'kajal'- clad. 

That loving embrace, 

Once held three kids. 

Those legs, now stick-held, 

Once stood in a queue at the theatres, 

Once danced in a living room, 

With a life partner. 

Those wrinkles 

Once were tight

Holding smiles 

more than just cries. 

And now each wrinkle, 

Has a different story to tell. 

That smile

holds so much more, 

Equal happiness, Equal gain, 

Equal heartbreak, Equal pain. 

I tenderly looked at my grandma, 

Enjoying the nature like it was new

And i suddenly realized that, 

She was someday me 

And i will oneday become her

And that, my friend, 

Is just how the world goes on, 

That is just how the world goes on. 

Description: I was going to a restaurant with my grandma in a car on a sealink, when I saw her staring at the endless sea with great amazement and childish awe. That was when I jot this poem down, realising how life goes on for one and all, taking each one along and leaving each one behind at the same time.