An Emotional Journey
Colourful memories of my childhood
keeps on surfacing,
letting me be the same naive child,
one who treasured not-so-big dreams
in her little innocent eyes.
In that moment I gleam from within,
with those glinting myraid of sentiments
more like those floating unstable paper boat,
wobbly and clumsy, possibly unready,
narrow and flimsy, mysteriously unsteady.
An array of crude emotions
that keeps me afloat,
Coral passion, golden joy, blackish fear,
bronze frustation and plum guilt,
lavender curiosity, olive boredom,
emerald surprise, crimson pride, saffron zeal,
ruby bravery, violet envy, ochre worry,
mauve sadness & lemony happiness,
to name a few, to take a cue.
I sail in the vivid ocean of life
with my fleet of emotions,
with utmost care, but not in a hurry
to sail across to reach the destination,
but to keep sailing with the same passion,
Because for me nothing waits
on the other side,
What I like is living in the moment
and swimming across every tide,
It gives me courage through
the high and low
or muddle in puddle,
More like a pragmatic swimmer
willing to swim
or to sink in a blink.
Like boats I too was not meant for
sitting on the shore and watching the horizon,
for me sailing is elixir and stopping is poison.