Peek-a-boo

A second thought
Was all that I had
Be it for
The food I eat
The roads I took
The people I met
And each month
It was just a peek-a-boo

My heart yearned
For you
My mind imagined
Symptoms
My body longed
To carry you
My voice craved
To sing for you
And each month
It was just a peek-a-boo

Mails clogged
My inbox
Telephone rang
Its maximum
Parties were
Never attended
Questions ran
Out of limit
Lullabies over radio
Pierced through me
And each month
It was just a peek-a-boo

Ob-gyn first remembered
My file no.
My name,
Face
And labelled me
"Still figuring whats wrong"
Clomid gave me
Panic attacks, palpitations
And mood swings
Pearls were all over
My ovaries...
And each month
It was just a peek-a-boo

The wait
Was tiring
I felt
Brave and broken
All at once
Every night
The pillow drenched in
Silent tears
Every morning
Puffed up eyes
Concealed the broken heart
Every day
Was a fight
I led alone
And each month
It was just a peek-a-boo

The lone soul

The lone soul
Let loose its grip
But without a life
To merge in
It wandered

Staying inside
An invisible cage
Its urge to
Live life was
Never seen
Never known
Never appreciated

Its rhythm matched
Its mate's beats
It witnessed the
Ups and downs
Of its mate
Gaspin' n pantin'

Being invisible
It partnered and
Took sides
Between the one
Who decides
And the one
Who feels

It felt the same,
The same as
Its mate
As it lay for a nap
On its mate
A thump could be heard
At intervals

Thump seemed suspicious
It was fast
It was uneven
Mate was dying
Mate was crying
For help....

The lone soul
Lay still
Lay mum
Its attempt to pacify
Its mate went
In vain....

The arrogance
Of the decision maker....
The ignorance
Of the decision maker...
Confused the
Lone soul!!!!
All the lone soul
Could do was
Stay caged but silent
Stay strong and look for help
But never understood
What a few wires
On the chest
And the readings
On the screen meant