Her thoughts never left her;
Caged her.
Bound her.
Life paused in past.
And I tried to wake her;
Warn her;
Remind her –
Life is in the present.
She looked at me;
Stared at me;
Reprimanded me.
“You have not lived my journey.”
Indeed I didn’t.
I sat down welcoming the silence.
“I am here now, in your present;
Life and blood, in our journey.
2020, Deeya Nambiar