So many things piled up..
Turmoiled, screwed up..and thoughts like a mansard
So much caged within and so much spilling out from a bin!
A fight within the self,
coinciding a fight for the loved ones
amongst the blacks and the whites from the bookshelves.
That is when I learned it all back again from scratch.
Oh! Believe me.
From holding of the pen to my second first walk
How many souls feed the soul that screams, shouts, and calms?
And now when I rethink it soothes my age-old ache
Like the balms
Relax. Rethink. Reflect and Rebuild
Trust me when I say,
“It isn’t that bad to relearn it again from scratch.”