That day, playing around the park,
I felt, I'm no longer a child.
With no school, no parenting
I had a will of my own.
A grown up, a man I had become,
free finally, not to be reared.
I wanted to shout it out,
announce my arrival.
Feel the joy
and make it known.
I'm one of the club,
I have a say.
Realization then came,
of not knowing myself.
Of an existence, a being,
different from my reflection.
Yes, I could talk but not to myself.
Scold, yes. A number of times.
Consult my hidden fears,
ask them if they are comfortable.
But was devoid of words,
of thoughts to convey
to myself, to the world .
Not until I saw you fighting,
to pull off me, my cloak of silence.
Grappling with my resistance,
huffing, puffing and ranting.
But never giving up,
like a stubborn child.
That I talked to myself about,
how my desires still had hope.
Of getting unveiled,
of finding an expression.
Spring was tiptoeing towards me
from an unknown direction.
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hmmm...it's lil confusing...does that mean that it was fake enthusiasm which went away with realization..???
hmmmm I liked it as usual, but need to read it atleast a couple of times to assimilate the picture of realization of a being.
Hey Ashish, I wanted to share a small piece of news from my side. One day when I was surfing the net I happened to see some of your postings. And those were so inspirational and amazing that I started writing myself. Would love to have your comments on some of my postings. And yeah I took the liberty to address ‘you’ as a ‘friend’ on my profile there. I hope you won’t mind that. Thanks. God bless!
hi...read some of your blogs... they are quite thoughtful.... everybody can't put his/her thoughts the way you collect them...your write ups are well wrote and well expressed...god bless you :-)
Write more often.
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