I saw him sitting there,
he had that awe in his eyes,
it was nascent...
A bud ready to open,
bubbling with inherent inquisitiveness,
to ask,to conquer,
to learn...
A kindergarten kid,
in the kindergarten swing,
I saw him,
the origin of curiosity....

As he peeked beyond the curtain,
into the silhouette of her shadow..
To catch just a glimmer of her face,
he was already under the spell,
the cupid never saw his full face,
only an instant's meeting of eyes
was all that was needed...
The fair in some urban land,saw that day,
the origin of Love....

The limousine rolled onto the red carpet,
with glamour and paparazzi 
all around,
This seemed like a childhood dream come true,
he was still not sombre from the night's champagne,
he never could handle drinks,however light,
she had always told him...
But today was the day of celebrations,
an academy award
demanded confetti....
The world saw that day,
the origin of Success...

She sat there, 
silently weeping in the cocoon of her dreams;
the mirage was freshly broken...
What she cried was not the love lost,
but the years spent together,
the nights slept under the quilt,
the warmth of his hugs,
the hollowness of his words,
now stung...
they had finally fought...
she saw that day,
the origin of ego....

It had just been a week of seperation,
if only she had known,
his man was so weak from within
that he would break if she was gone..
Vanity had finally played its part,
that ugly brawl in the bar,
he had lost all wits,
now she still cried, in his funeral 
Someone consoled her,
she could not see the face,just voice
they say in Hinduism,
the cycle of birth and death is eternal,
you see today
the origin of a new origin....



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