Vijaya Gowrisankar

The road to recovery may be tough, but I've closed all the doorsthat lead to giving upWith only one choice in hand, I am focused on healing

I may have stumbledand stammered at your unexpected push, but the breezeanchored me and I learnt the art of survival

I didn't survivethe storm outsideto allow anyone (including myself)to erode my soul

I was wandering lonely and lost, till the musicyou played pulledmy soul into a vortex of emotions, reminding me thatI was still alive

Your exuberance, passion, mesmerizing voice, animated actions, and eyes full of dreamscaptured my attentionso completely, that I didn't feel the bitter taste of coffee

My eyes constantly seekthe rainbow of my dreamsand I sometimes fail to be grateful for raindropsthat keeps my hope alive

The pull of lingering dreams, the strong, bitter tasteof morning coffee, the ticking clock, and horn of awaiting busform a powerful combination to kick-start the day

I stare mesmerized at the photothat you have sent, pushing your child on the swing...a precious moment capturedand I am remindedof the distance separating usand how it seems like yesterdaywhen I was swinging you, dear son

The smell of cars' smokeas I wade through trafficovershadows the freshfragrance of Mother Earthdrenched in rain. There canbe no greater testimony to man's progress

Pushed into darkness, the only way out wasto seek light with thetorch of hope and faithburning in my heart

Yes, my scars shape meToday, I have learnt to coverit with fabric made of hope, faith, perseverance, and determination. For this, I am grateful to life

Every hurt buried deepin the mindhas an uncanny abilityto surface and make its presence feltwhen I am feeling low, hugging me like a long lost friend

I plan for all obstacles, I prepare with care, I worry endlesslyfor the road aheadIn all this, I forgetto enjoy small momentsof my present journey