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

Your exuberance, passion,
mesmerizing voice,
animated actions,
and eyes full of dreams
captured my attention
so completely,
that I didn't feel
the bitter taste of coffee

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

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

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