her avatar

a simple metal pendant

faded red lips

sun tanned skin

old sari

chipped nails

discoloured nail paint

threadbare shawl

but those eyes

looking around

for someone

who would

like her

in that avatar

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the child

I saw

childhood

begging on the streets

running nose

torn clothes

those tender feet

blistered

disheveled hair

I looked

for a sign

of hope

and there it was

in his eyes

the child in him

was speaking to me

a breath

what matters the most

…in the beginning

and in the end…

a breath

unapologetically me…

born

the third daughter

in a house 

of meagre means

but

was loved endlessly

doted upon

and finally grew up

unapologetically

into me

 

never turned back….

I let you go

thinking

you would pursue me

madly

pining for my love

but

you never

turned back

state of mind

loneliness

a state of the mind

of a mind boggled

by intricacies

self created

or

by giving importance

to inane relations

life after life

fallen leaves

strewn on the shadows

memories of times well lived

venturing into

a new time zone

of life after life