I lived,
In and out of love,
Love,
Which much to my chagrin
Would not spread
Over my head in a continuum.
I was needed
But not so much,
I was loved
But never so much.
Shadowed the moons
Of brightest nights
And the clouds
Hung heavy in the cleanest skies.
The journey of centuries
Which traversed,
Across several births
Gasped and limped,
With broken breath
And battered soul.
And then
A head with scant hairs
Looked at me
With barely open
Blue eyes.
I dropped
A finger towards you
And your soft, pink, palm
Cuddled over it,
Securing it
As a comforting coast
Does to the anchor
Of a tired ship.
We went on walks
Smiled and stared back
Like a little Buddha,
In the small bed of yours;
Set in the stroller,
You saw the ducks
For the first time,
And with you
I evidenced life for the first time,
Drunk in our firsts,
We smiled as friends.
You would walk
Holding my hands
With uncertain steps
As a new entrant
Breaking off from
The fraternity of toyhood
To which
you seemed to belong.
As the novelty of walks waned
Begging to be picked
And once picked
Would beg to sit on the shoulder.
Over the years
A certain deftness and dexterity
You have earned
As you would swiftly
Climb through the lap to the
Shoulder,
No longer needing to
Balance yourself by pulling on my hair.
Which you no longer need
To resort to,
And dread the day
When I won't
Even have your weight on my shoulders
As you will grow
Too big
And I will grow too feeble
And as the circle completes
We will go back to our first connect
Cuddled my finger,
And like a weary voyager
I will rest my heavy head
In your lap,
And close my eyes
Watching
You someday holding
Your finger
To another pink, little palm.
- (c) Saket, 16th of June, 2013
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Vandana
Saket this is such a beautiful poem. Thank you. You really do have a rare talent my friend.