Transition

Loving Myself

Loneliness was something everyone gifted me.

The gift which I dreaded the most.

I used to lament a lot.

But it turns out it is a gift not everyone can get.

I discern now it is the path to silence.

And silence is the language of the Souls.

I am ecstatic realising myself after all.

Silent Killer

‘Expectations’ brought me a friend ‘Joy’, but his enemy, ‘Depression’, stalked me till I shedded tears whose girlfriend, ‘Pain’, slowly wrecked me until I was no more.

Covert Hands

The soothing voice of the winds sung me lullabies every night,

freezing it may seem but the ground was warm enough for me.

The sweetness of the fruits presented the essence of true love I missed.

I too had glistening stickers on the ‘sky roof’, they all glinted and gifted me goodnight kisses.

My mother may have left me but mother nature feels me,

she heals me and says I will protect you, my child, I will cherish you for yours is a precious life.