The Waiting

That one was a jealous girl,
Only wanting to be loved the most,
Attended the most.

The there was that girl, who wanted to be
seen as human,
Fighting and struggling, inside and outside,
Flinching at the unjust and unwritten rules for women,
She kept on fluttering her wings
for quite some time.

Then she fell in love with letters,
letters that never defined men,
Letters that never revealed the lies and the fear,
They only flew over misty rivers and
mountain lofts,
The time also came when she cried her tears into the rivers
and healed up.

A time came when she found herself,
in pages,
pages that smelt of defiance and disobedience
Pages that negated all the truths of
all the rats, and all the sheep,
She found that life can exist,
Without choices,
Neither climbing,nor falling,
Only in staying wherever you are.

One day she met a shadow,
That held the promise of immeasurable births
and new moons,
Which waited for only the earth and the sky,
to send it a sign,
But before time, the shadow grew restless
and lost its shape,
It scattered its strength and died.

Nowadays she looks around, for a lurking hope,
Of meeting that shadow again,
Of a birth again,
Days and moments smoke out and vanish
without a trace of anything,
Except a waiting for the unborn.