Her Presence

She,
The woman,
The lady.

She is,
The Mother,
Always.

She loves And is,
worried about,
Everybody around her.

She was seated on the bed,
Worried.

“You seem worried?“
Asked I.

“Yes, I am worried. Worried about everybody“
Answered She.

“You are always worried about that“
Replied Me.

“It is the nature of the mother“
Said She.

“But you are not yet a mother“
I said.

“I am not yet a mother, but motherhood always exists in me. It is not simply the act of the womb. It is an act of the feminine whole“
Said she.

“I don’t understand“
Said I.

“I know that you are trying to learn about the feminine for a long time. Can I know the result of it?“
She asked.

“I am confused“
I said.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me. Made me sit by her side.

“The feminine is not something just to be learned. It is something to be felt“
She said.

She tightened her grip on my hand.

“Feel it’s presence.  Feel my presence“
Said she.

And,
I felt it…
I felt her…

At The Restaurant

Me and my husband,
Were there,
At the restaurant.
We had just,
Ordered our food.

He was nervous,
About the meeting,
That he had,
To attend,
After lunch.

It was at,
That very moment,
She came there,
To our table,
And stood smiling.

My friends had told me,
About the manager,
Of this restaurant,
But I never gave,
Much importance to it.

But here she was,
In a maroon silk dress,
Hair tied up,
And a gentle smile,
Full of love and motherhood.

She bent and kissed,
My husband’s forehead,
‘Don’t be nervous,
All is fine‘
She said.

And moved away,
To the next table,
Behind my husband.
I looked at him,
He felt relaxed.

‘There is no need to worry‘
He said.
‘Yes, no need to worry‘
I replied.
My eyes still fixed on her.

I wished she,
Came here again,
All I wanted to say,
Was a simple,
‘Thank You’