She had to say this from her death bed.

She had to say this
From her death bed.
“Thinking about tomorrow,
Yesterdays got wasted

But to know later,
By each on their death beds,
That tomorrows were buried
In their yesterdays.....”

So, as to reincarnate
Such her buried tomorrows,
Or would be burried dreams,
From yesterdays’ graveyards,
She had to conceive him
In her great thirties.

To see how long and big,
High and deep,
Can fly her dreams like kites,
With its rope in hands,
In the skies of
No end and direction.

So, has she decided
To take him,
Her realized,
Or would be realized,
Tomorrows,
With her,
In her nineties
Of great forgetfulness,
But, with no forgetting.


With no deception was
Her conception of him
To keep him as her own
Physic and soul
And to feed him
From her own
Physic and soul.

And not to give him ever
An exposure of
A separate, alien an element,
But of the whole, her.

So has she ensured,
On her way back,
Her great soul of the whole
To swallow his soul too……

And not to make him
Strayed and alienated
Here and there……..
For no use.

The physic and soul his
Is now
One with her
In the same soil,
The whole soul,
Wherefrom
Both have sprouted
And grown up
To be
And / or
Not to be.