They separate,not like shards of shattered glass ,
but More like the leaves of autumn..
fading away,falling down.
Each finding their own color.
Scarlet, copper , golden brown.
Unsteady at first,
Swaying on the way.
But steady at last,
as they land safe.
Each fallin leaf,has its story to tell.
About the warm sun shine,
N how The lil rain drops felt.
how they changed shades,
and how they danced  
As slowly
On different parts of the world they land.
the proud tree watches,
she knows they'll find their way...
As the snow blankets,Hiding them away.
Protecting and shielding them
until the day..
The spring breaks through and the fallen leaves now shine ,
In form of Lil buds and flowers so beautiful so divine.

We will find our way.
Soon, if not now.
Some day, some way.
Some where ,some how.

I see the massive carriers in the horizon.
Completely covering my vision.
They hang heavy and low,
Looking gray and burdened.
Carrying,enduring all year long,
They move slowly forward.
the wind howls Its time to let go...
With a loud crack,thunder-like the sound of heart break,
The lightning crashes...
As the dams break down.

my arms open wide.
On my face,a soft smile.
Face toward the sky,
With closed eyes.

As the clouds give up n let go,
Tiny drops turn into heavy torrents.
I let my tears flow...
I embraced the rain.

And together we made it through.
Together we watched as the sun made its way.
Creating a rainbow,vibrant colors and hues.
As The rain n tears wash away.

Together we become one.
And As the sun shines upon us
We make way,
For the sun rises to heal n conceal,
For A new day has come.

you dont just wake up one day
and recover
but you can just wake up one day
and choose to recover

I am proud to say
I have learnt to love myself

For all the dreamers who always knew
their whispered dreams can come true
to keep creating from thin air
even when facing complete despair
you toil through long hard days, and nights
never really giving up the need, or fight
for all the joy, and good that's light

You're touching lives inside your whispered dreams
listening for each word like a conscious stream
you wake to write what you've dreamed at night
grasping each shape to form it right
these whispered dreams they keep happening
like a familiar song you must sing.