If tomorrow starts without
registering my name on it,
I shall not regret, for what
has been that I have not had,
I shall take that last walk as if
it was my very first one,
I shall fill my lungs with
memories both told and unsung,
I shall breathe last like the first
when I cried; thanking this life.

So shall I

I thrive on strangeness and so shall I
I create the art of jeopardy and so shall I
I breathe in the beats of music and so shall I
I cage and free myself to and fro and so shall I
I seek asylum in the realm of words and so shall I
I reflect on the stories of my experience and so shall I
I live by my own randomized randomness and so shall I

Under the Streetlight

She stood still looking up
at the vast infinite sky,
searching for that reflection
of her being in that vastness,
until her eyes fell on the
radiance of a pale yellow light
as the sky gradually darkened.

She realized that she was that
yellow street light, subjecting
herself to find meaning in the
darkness of life, she realized
that the wide stretch of the sky,
wasn’t what she needed to
turn to, but her own deep being.

Laugh it out!

So maybe you can’t catch the string
of that dream you’ve been chasing,
you can’t find purpose in what you do
that makes you clueless and bewildered.

So maybe you aren’t valued as much as
you value someone with utmost reverence,
or the one you love with keen passion
doesn’t care to even respect your feelings.

So maybe you’re struggling to weave
a story from the fragments of uncertainty,
and you can’t move forward despite trying
hard, hard enough to transform things.

So maybe you’re stuck, but the universe
is watching and it will give you back
what you want, until then laugh it out
because things could have been worse.