A gentle heart, overwhelmed with thoughts,
Scribbled papers, inked hands,
Pouring what inside,
It may make sense to one,
And not to other,
That make one a writer.
Turning shadows in to mountains,
The morning in to paintings,
A God on papers,
Scientists by mind,
Can imagine a world of nonexistent,
That’s how the writers are!
Not every day is same, not is the year,
Why to worry then, why to fear,
For me, it was a year of change,
Books and lecture changed into office hours,
Cold and wet weather changed to dry and hot,
From the gravel beach to Delhi roads,
It was the year I moved a lot.
Just not for me,
Life changed for people around too,
Wedding bells for quite few I knew,
For many, 9 to 5 routine was in queue,
But I am pleased with all the change,
And I hope others feel the same.
With the lessons from the year last,
I am moving ahead and moving fast,
With the wish for the others and myself,
Be the coming days are exciting and full of smile,
Hope there is peace and days are less stressed,
And people find strength in each other’s hand!