Verily, the year would come to a halt,
And a voyage of another 365 days shall begin,
As it has always been, as nature has always preceeded.

With bunch of wishes, I dreamt,
With a lot of goals, I strived,
With little achieved, I'm not filled with contention but happiness.

Several 24 hours filled with mixed reactions,
Hours filled with estacy and joy,
Days I'm broken with worries.

New figures have appeared,
Ones, who have enjoined me in friendship,
Yet, acquittance that turned sour and never saw the light of companionship.

And came Music, whose lyrics and beats blew my mind,
Football, whose tension thrilled my soul,
Novels, which broadened my comprehension.

Whatever 23 has in stock, I'm filled with hope,
Hoping my goals shall not be mere dreams,
And the dreams shall see the light of success.

There are days when I tried hard,
the thoughts of failing left my soul jarred,
sometimes I had a good day, at times my struggles were left marred.

Hidden in my struggles is despair,
yet my mind still strive to always prepare,
because one wrong step might lead me to err.

Those who can help, needs help,
those who should give a leaning shoulder, needs a shoulder to cry on,
those who should serve as a guardian, needs to be guided.

Verily, I'm a man on my own accord,
and failure is one my heart abhorred,
the fright is my strength, so my passion for success soared.

This reminiscing thoughts keeps flashing through my mind,
They come so fast that i couldn't unbind,
And then leaving me exploring through my memories hoping to refind.

And then comes the confusion,
Did it really happen or was it just an illusion?,
Leaving me between path of cession or elusion.

I am always beating myself hard to remember,
Did it happen in October or December?,
Can't remember but these thoughts are just a peturber.


Sometimes,i feel the thoughts are true, sometimes feel they're false,
The confusion is even worse than the thoughts hauls,
Maybe i should call it a tralse.

There was a year; filled with hope,
We felt if we could survive 19, we would cope,
If only we could pull it using a towrope.

The year was going fine,
Our dreams and aspirations were going in line,
All our thoughts were that the year was divine.

Then came a pandemic,
With the range of a pandemonium,
And sadly, it treated some as a pandemain.

Then we were begging the creator,
To protect us from the Corona detonator,
And he protected some from the coroner's  disseminator.

And here we are, hoping 21 would be better,
And that every problems, we would conquer,
And that the year would be the best ever!

Dear deadly Corona,
Save my Fiona,
Let her name be freed from the coroner.

Our dreams are young,
Our ages are young,
Don't let us die young.

You are a pandemic,
With rage of pandemonium,
Don't treat us as a pandemain.

Wash your hand we say,
Keep the virus at bay,
Should I let the water running?, Nay.

Believe in the guidelines,
Lines by Lines,
And you shall have no timeline.

Oh Dear Creator,
Protect us from this corona detonator,
As our names are protected from the Coroner's disseminator.

The truth is glaring
Very flaring it is
And vast in seeing also

Shall we speak the truth?
Yay, you can
Nay, you shouldn't

The truth hurts
Verily it's bitter
And it's unacceptable

Nay, they won't accept it
Yay, it's factual
However, the truth is bitter.

It might soothe the heart
It might hurt the heart
The heart is at peace

Are you in *******?
Looking for a saviour
The truth shall set you free

Are you looking for a stance?
Truth is the only safe ground to stand.
Spree it, Speak it.

Sleek and smart, they say..
Beautiful and elegant, they are...
Strong and fit, they look..

Shall we say, the pains..
Menstrual or Birth?
Emotional or Psychological?

Shall we we talk about challenges?
The hard times; betrayal?
Or the fake friendships...

The most disrespected creature on earth,
The most wonderfully created
And the most underrated.

They stole our ribs,
We stole their hearts,
However they still take care of us.

They swing moods,
They become frustrating,
And sometimes annoying.

Yet can we understimate their existence?