Another milestone.

She lives in that moment and refuses to move,
Very firm, right there.
She breathes every moment, and lets it all settle on her,
Breathing in all of it, content that she does.

They came and she saw them coming,
Still determined to stand against the tide they were.
They called for her, out loud there,
She heard them, not really understanding the meaning of all that was said.

This- her story, her plight, her life,
Surprisingly, she accepts and expects no sympathies or smiles.
Having no regrets to the slight, she strides on, slinging on her purse high,
Walking away, to yet ANOTHER MILESTONE, ANOTHER STORY.

– Stuti

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So many questions.

So many questions running in her head,
She smiles at the possibility of answers.
She questions the questions, and questions the answers,
She answers the answers to her questions too.

She shuts them up, and mums them down,
And then counts them, and re- counts to re- check the count.
She laughs at them, and cries for them too,
She seems confused at the questions now, too simple to be true.

They count their blessings, she counts her questions,
They check their smiles, her smiles question questions.
Her reasons to question, their reason to answer,
Her answers to their questions, only their SILENCE IN COUNTER.

– Stuti

Smooth as glass.

There she sits,
In a state of confusion, and suppressed panic.
There she sits,
Ruffled, shaken, jolted, broken.

She sulks for a day or two,
Then takes to crying.
Her vision blurred with pain and tears,
What remains it seemed, was only dying.

They wonder what it is,
But can only wonder.
They probe a little further, and then a little more,
Getting but no answers, only bemused parents, sisters, brothers.

All’s well, she assures them,
And that is that, and all that she will say.
They aren’t convinced, but they leave her to herself,
Trying to retreat to the normal, trusting now only their prayers.

Time, as they say, heals fast and plays its cards,
Her smile is now back- wide, and pretty, beating the pricks.
They say no lie, when they call her a warrior, fighting the odds, battling the evens,
Falling, but rising later nonetheless- smooth as glass, sure as a PHOENIX.

– Stuti

An eerie silence.

Starry eyed,
She smiled and gaped.
It wasn’t new,
But it wasn’t old too.

She liked that it happened,
But wasn’t sure it really did.
She wanted a discussion-
No, a monologue was what it was to be.

She then spoke and spoke,
And went on till naught.
But suddenly stopped speaking,
Did not speak then, a woman distraught.

She hasn’t spoken since,
They all wonder why.
An eerie silence?
Or a SUDDEN SHY?

– Stuti