An ode to humanity’s Irregularity!

Each day, there’s change,

And these days I am really scared of them,

Yet I rise, and begin again,

Only to realise, I am not enough to be strong again,

I call out the birds, I call out the trees,

As no longer are my confidantes ready,

To hold their gazes on a dying me.

I understand them,

Little do they know, I can’t decipher myself,

Little do they remember, when I held them,

I cry in utter silence, I douse my inner soul,

Losing my steady resilience,

Each day there’s change.

I will be gone,

I will be judged maybe,

I would be told, I didn’t do more,

I didn’t cry out, loud enough.

But I shouted behind the doors,

And my eyes revealed daringly,

Those questions that were killing me,

I couldn’t have, made this noise enough,

Isolation consumed me.

I cared and I will nurture,

As I still understand them,

More than anything, I will love them,

I am here to guide them,

As they circle around,

With their own unawareness,

And deeply preoccupied,

But in their own maze.

I pray, that each day,

You will witness a change, see the sun,

But not only sunrising above the sea,

As some days, you might witness it rising beyond,

A pile of scattered thoughts.

Its okay each day,

As long as you see it rise,

And I don’t want you to be in an inner fight,

So that you are not scared,

Each day, there’s a change!

-श्रेया