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

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

I stare mesmerized at the photo
that you have sent,
pushing your child on the swing...
a precious moment captured
and I am reminded
of the distance separating us
and how it seems like yesterday
when I was swinging you, dear son

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

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

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