Several miles are yet to be walked,
Several journeys yet to be undertaken.
Several sunsets are yet to be seen,
And several nights of waiting for sunrise.

Several dreams yet to be sewn together
From the shattered pieces of the past.
Several tears and smiles, several moments
Are yet to be lived, yet to be breathed.

Several hearts are yet to be mended,
Several bonds are yet to be formed.
Several victories are yet to be discovered
From the giant waves of challenges.

Several stories are yet to be made, told
Several dreams yet to be fulfilled.
Such that in the distant past, you sit,
Look back and say it was a life well lived.

The eyes that don't want to meet,

The hearts that don't say sorry.

The ego that is too big to bend

The lips sealed by years of hurt.

Something has to fall, has to give in.

First the citadels of ego, perhaps.

Then maybe the screens of the past.

Only then, finally, can hope be born.

The hope that will fill colour again.

The hope that will make life bearable.

The hope that promises joys galore,

The hope that will make a happy end.

When the muck of dashed ambitions

Makes the unending walk of life tough.

When the see-saw of joys and failures

Makes the head rest heavily on the body.

When the going gets tough and hopeless

When the remaining path seems so long.

Then stop; stop this internal warfare

Stop this race, this roller-coaster of life.

Let the mind step back and breathe easy.

Let it re calibrate, let it be in judgement

Of what is important, what it likes

And of what was done only for the 'race'.

Hold back, this violent stream of ambitions

Harness the energy of this blithe restlessness.

And then one day, when the time is right

Let go, in majestic fashion, this energy.

The great storm came that dark night
A giant specter enveloping the sky.
I stared emptily, no fear or anguish
The pain, however, made me cry.

Today, as the storm is well past me,
As my ship sails at melancholy pace,
I look back at the lessons I learnt
At what I lost, what ahead I take.

The storm robbed me of my heart
Of my soul the essence it stole.
The storm gave me a steely resolve
It set me on an irreversible goal.

The storm stripped me naked.
My dignity, my shelter it took away.
The storm freed me from fear
With me this fearlessness shall stay.

My words to me now seem hollow,
Without love, they have no rhyme.
But the hope and the swagger is back,
And with it, I move ahead onward.