You can’t unmake
or remake ..
or break her..
because she picked her scattered bones
from the womb of the earth,
from thirsty sands and ocean pits
and glued them to her soul with
warm blood, hot tears, sweat and sticky hope..
and built herself limb by limb from a faint heart beat,
a fading pulse.
You can’t because
she is her truth
despite the moments when she failed herself..
through moments of extreme rage and extreme docility
when she let go of herself
to become someone she is not..
But she still is
because through everything that shuddered
and shook and raged
and stayed and left
and broke and came together
despite fissures in the soul
and holes in the heart
and the frayed edges of peace
and bloody knees
and death and fire and floods
and a calm that spoke of nothingness
she clutched her hand and never let go
because through all the things that stopped and did not move..
Reema Moudgil is the author of Perfect Eight (http://www.flipkart.com/perfect-eight-9380032870/p/itmdf87fpkhszfkb?pid=9789380032870&_l=A0vO9n9FWsBsMJKAKw47rw–&_r=dyRavyz2qKxOF7Yuc