I see the endings in their birth,
The wilt curled in the bloom,
The echo in the first soft word
That hums of pending gloom.

Yet on I go, with knowing steps,
Down paths that twist and burn
Not for hope, nor fate, nor faith,
But just to feel the turn.

It’s not some tragic grandeur,
No noble, aching art
Just a quiet urge to prove myself
The fool I knew at start.

8 years of therapy
therapist after therapist
nothing worked
I gained all the skills I needed
at psych wards
I never used the tools given
from the psych wards
but today is the day
therapy is not helpful
for me
but I will write my new beginnings
use the skills
do research
take my meds
and heal
I will do it by myself
because I have learned
that I am the only person
that I can rely on

O~ captain, captain!
Here comes the awakening of the summer,
And also, mon sommeil as a voyager.

I stand at the end, looking upon the new road ahead.
I step on to a new journey, with its map unread.
I am unaware of the destination; how do I advance?
"I am just a piece of paper here", said the map at a glance.
I carry along with me a treasure trove of experience and memories,
To which I still cling upon for an appease.
I find it tough to leave the treasure behind,
Together that I earned with my people in our grind.
I learn about the road on every turn as I proceed,
I reach the fork and validity of my decision makes me worried.
For the demand of each path, I pay a similar cost,
Not on the way, but in the pool of my thoughts, I am lost.

Life
Goodbyes, Hellos
Dreams, Responsibilities
Wishes, Sacrifices
Vows, regrets
Closed roads , open paths
Planned , more unexpected
Moving on, moving forward

Life
Smile, tears
Hurt, heal
Cries, lessons
Lost, love
Broken, rebuilt
Strangers, friends
Friends, fake identities
Moments, memories

Life
Struggles, achievements
Waiting, winning
Fall, Rise
Risks, rewards
Doubts, confidence
Fail, comeback

Life
Born,
Break,
Heal,
Break ,
Rise,
Grow,
Shine.

It is awake,

as so am I!


A chirpy chirp,

bravado to the world,

like a feather,

or leaves in the fall.


To be ceased,

at the wonder of it all,

and stare at the wall.

all change
please all change