C was beautiful

Like a pole I stood

Before her, beholding

Silent, warm, gusty, fresh, peaceful.

C was merciful

Sans hope, forgiven

Yet carved, “ages gone, perhaps long by gone?”

Silent guilty, deplore, broken, hopeful.

C was disappointed

Pain, yet waited.

“i am here now”, yet far away

Silent wrath, gentle distance, regretted.

C was loving

Failed, yet devoted

To this cruel creature, “of circumstances”

Silent love, gentle touch, soothing.

“C was and I was not”

Late but yet I was

Ripe, mental accord, “of togetherness”

Silent concur, C was, I was, But.

C was muddled

Of past and present

“you were, you are”,

Silent clarity, love, puzzle puzzled.

C was beautiful

Like a pole we stood

“it shall remain forever”

Silent me, Beautiful C.

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She crawls up her father

Now a little girl, her mother her first friend.

She is a school girl, she dances and paints

Pictures of her vision and steps of her imagination

She reads and grows up, she reads and writes

Pen and paper, exams and results, fear therefore

She is lass, times pass.

She is frightened. A little confused

Of what those feelings are

She turns to her first friend, she understands

She has new feelings now,

A little excited, a little hesitant

She turns to her second friend

She is a lover now.

She prays. She hopes. She loves.

She has a degree now.

Responsibility, maturity, diplomacy galore.

She looks at her father

hoping she could crawl up again

And be free of all the lies of World.

She is ready now. She is a wife now.

She wears a saree. Beautiful.

She embeds the earrings. Serene.

The red kum-kum, at its deserved place, Bliss.

She is a mother now.

A part of her now, moves, crawls, tumbles

In front of her. She feeds. She loves.

In the little soul she immerses herself.

And never emerges again as a whole.

A mother. She is. Perhaps, she was, for the whole time

i was there

                                                  silent and faceless

                                                      i was there

                                                  calm and motionless

                                            impossible for the eyes to behold

                                          difficult for the senses to get hold

                                              now i move, an escape perhaps

                                              so slow yet the senses grasp

                                        the blinded  eye beheld, fear and despair

                                        i move again, against the eyes that scare

                                        tethered to the sight of a sight so rare

                                          i was there i am there i will be there