Every hurt buried deep
in the mind
has an uncanny ability
to surface and make
its presence felt
when I am feeling low,
hugging me
like a long lost friend

The pull of lingering dreams,
the strong, bitter taste
of morning coffee,
the ticking clock,
and horn of awaiting bus
form a powerful combination
to kick-start the day

Yes, my scars shape me
Today, I have learnt to cover
it with fabric made of hope,
faith, perseverance, and
determination. For this,
I am grateful to life

My eyes constantly seek
the rainbow of my dreams
and I sometimes fail
to be grateful for raindrops
that keeps my hope alive

Pushed into darkness,
the only way out was
to seek light with the
torch of hope and faith
burning in my heart

I may have stumbled
and stammered at
your unexpected push,
but the breeze
anchored me
and I learnt the
art of survival