I had a day,
And I said nothing.
We parted, smiling….
Copyright © 2019, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Her ruby pendant was a celebration
Of loved and lost lives of the unknown hands
That had exchanged it, wonder how many times,
In a quest of money over relations.
Addressed as an antique piece from aeons,
Stories floated on it being ill-fated as well;
Especially, on day one of her association with the gem,
And day last of her association with her office –
She had called her home of life time.
Stepping outside had not been easy
For the concerned turned far more concerned for comfort
But she realised, she was at ease and breathed freedom.
What she had thought she loved, was lost .
When she willed herself to decide, she embraced the unknown.
Why did she not check the junk mails in her email, she cursed.
He was in a foreign land and a mere acquaintance
Who had once been around, and shared smiles in the cafeteria;
He was writing to her regularly, every Sunday since the day he left.
I happened to see her that day on a video call, sparkling
His words and her words, emotion-coloured expressions
Dazed, (is my word), she touched her ruby pendant absently.
Copyright © 2018, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar