28 years ago

// poetry

Another year has passed, an older me by one,

Twenty plus eight, turning a new leaf,

Pensively pondering a few things, questions to answer,

Living life as it flows, keeping my rejoinders brief.

This life is epigrammatic,

Earmarked days fixed for all;

I’m on my own sojourn, a queen riding the wind,

No rush, no performing, cancelling the unwarranted phone call.

I’m a ripening fruit,

A greenish mango turning yellow,

A happy space, gappy stepping stones,

Erudite exclusivity, distinguishable from the everyman clones.

Yearly self-reflection,

A brown study to join the puzzled pieces,

Black paper, white ink embossed,

A love letter to my coalesced soul, unspoken truth releases.

When I was much younger, I drew,

I loved to draw the sun, the clouds, a girl before a home,

Now as I mature and grow older, I draw still,

I draw boundaries, walls and fences to safeguard my dome.

Why do some people leave my life?

Why do some have to be pushed out by force?

Does happiness elude those who seek it pretentiously?

Is success measured by the size of one’s boat?

Will I be happy tomorrow? (Anxiety)

Was I happy in the past? (Recollect)

Both don’t matter, one is gone, one yet to come by,

All I have is now, the present, happiness a mountain to be trekked.

This year, an uprising, of feelings untold, unsaid,

Awaiting an unleash, thoughts thoroughbred,

It's the birth of an insurrection of one long asleep, catatonically adrift,

Now christened Purple Poetess, a vibrant, zesty, emotive heiress.

I spot a few grey strands in my hair,

The mirror whispers: “Soon you’ll wear an entirely grey crown…”

I’m not afraid of growing older with the passage of time,

I’m petrified of living a life that did not count.

Counting days, minutes, seconds,

The clock strikes 12, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, merriment infused glee,

Digging deep into the vestiges of my recollection,

I’m an introspective, messy, happy sometimes miserable, philosophical ME.