Poetry

I’m trying to paint the picture perfect.

Yes, I have the colors, the easel, and the paper.

I’m trying to lock the darkness to let the brightness gush in.

But can I do that?

I’m trying to behold,

Through different lenses,

Just battling to mostly smile.

But can I always get it?

I worked hard to breathe life into my life.

I think I’m tired now.

But can my sweat once again remove the dust from my tools?

I’m resting, but I’m in distress.

There’s a stagnant flow in my life.

But can I plunge in again? Do I even remember how to swim?

I’ve collected my broken feathers and pasted them on my back.

They’re taking me to new skies.

But am I free from within to feel it? Am I willing to walk on a new path?

It’s my dream, so it’s my imagination.

But am I ready to overlook the rules?

Will tell you about this line.. This journey of four years came to an end. I was returning home with a heavy bag full of memories. True friendship, victories and failures, and a lot of questions….

A densely populated hill is trapped by the fluffy army on all four sides.

Green stairs are making a way to the colorful huts

Last night’s rain forced some black and yellow printed friends to rest forever on the balcony.

From a distance, I can see the beginning of life.

Even the sun picked up a secluded place and let the fluffiness be.

I never saw this color on flowers but I’m amazed at my own acceptability!

One of the trees in the queue is red.

Is that black soil or the effect of forest fire?

I planned to capture some more but the sun just doesn’t want that it seems.

Remains distinct and enjoys its own solitude,

Add it to water or milk, it will maintain its attitude.

Pressure causes it to break it apart,

But it assembles back for a new start.

It gets along only with someone alike 

But thrives alone if no one is alike.

That’s the life of an oil bubble.

I’d try to be like it.

Weariness is all around,

There is a thought to which I am bound.

A smile that is not constant,

A dream that is too distant.

Fear comes and goes,

It seems it’s the cause of all the woes.

I’ve acted helplessly and always carried my fears as a load,

Made excuses and blamed them for this rocky road.

It’s been a while,

being too ignorant of this jewel,

Now I’ve decided to use my fears as fuel!!

Not that I have just begun and not that my steps are weak,

I’ve been clumsy; however, I try each time neither to surrender nor to be meek.

I’ve slipped in the past and will slip over and over in the years to come,

My lord has been my carrier and shall continue to be the one. 

The wounds I get are usually hidden behind my smile,

Though I often freak out and appear fragile.

Let me keep running, walking, or crawling towards my fate,

As going back, though it appears easy, will trap me behind the closed gates.

As I visualize myself standing behind that gate peeping at tomorrow, 

I see myself as a person who traded courage and self-worth for very cheap, bearing the weight of regret and sorrow.

I’m still here and will keep moving with audacity,

As it’s worth more than all the wealth put together and hence, it’s a necessity.

My father in heaven says, “Ask and it will be given to you!” 

Even the tinniest pebble can cause it, provided it is thrown

Trees get new leaves, dogs get new fur, we get new clothes, but the core endures

You can call the pebble a change, a dream, a passion, a creation

Let it break the glass wall around your core

The glass wall, though, is hard as a rock but let it break.

Brick by brick I created the castle cemented with my faith

Provided the shield from sun and rain I smiled even in pain

Fears seeped in, doubts creeped in but I stood with my heels digger in

A flood came I could not tame

No one parted the Red Sea and I thought I will drown

But I am still floating.