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