When you see a ball thrown in your direction with high velocity
The immediate instinct is to run towards and bat
The shot doesn’t hit right
You lose energy
And sometimes get hurt
Let the ball come to you, move back
Stay relaxed
Observe the ball
Stop
And hit
Don’t hit the ball while you are running
When your ask is anything
But understood
And then they complaint
That you don’t respond
Despite the multiple asks
Either way,
You become the person
Who is perennially at odds
She wondered what brewed lately
Cold looks came more often
Rooted in discontent they seemed
Or a rejection of her opinion about things
She cared much and pulled back
At the slightest hint of being dismissed
She admired the skies
Not the screens
They may not understand
That this could be a thing
Most pastimes these days
Began and ended at screens
We picked from our surroundings
Subconsciously and unconsciously
She reminds herself
This is not her thing
Didn’t matter
If it was ‘the’ thing around him
The more you try the hold
The more it slips
Let it go
Let it go
Nothing is yours
Nothing ever will be
Don’t believe then
If they say so
Let it go
Let it go
A year that set you on a new journey
New often came with much stimulation
Many shocking surprises
Pushing boundaries
Pushing you
And you’ll soon find yourself
On the other side
And admire your new capabilities
She was being carried away by the tides
No matter how much control she tried to exercise
The flux was more
Than she could resist
Neither today
Nor in this lifetime
No, you don’t leave
All those years behind
You only leap into
A new life
That would take
Most of your time
And you will still
Have your bunch
And all their affection
Whenever you look around
Away from the perceptions
Of the world around us
And it’s opinions
Of how things should be
Of What’s beautiful
What isn’t
How it should be
And it shouldn’t
She reminds herself
Of what she had learnt
To be herself.
The presence
That showered
So much love
The hands
Initially cold
Then warm
The arms
Wrapped around
her own
Detached as much
She thought
She would be
The heart still absorbed
Every emotion
That was poured
She was moving towards tomorrow
And moving away from today
Journeys that came
With a crazy mix of feelings
To look forward
To the little known
While being carried away
From the very known
To move ahead
Because you’ve been waiting to
Or so
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