And I know
for sure another winter
will appear as before
would I be there?

if I were
wouldn't I
be another person
not quite my own?

the moment
makes the man
an encounter
like none other
not just my mind-scape
but the whole world
seems coalesced
into an immediate stage
from which I couldn't escape
but must play my role
and my part be captured
by the camera of time
there's no looking back--

that moment when
I would have become
not an observer
but a player
a story-teller
a recipient
and absorber
of reality
in flesh and blood
to feel alive
and break every fetter
that in the past
had held me back
to be what
I am and not a replica
of another

I'd have acquired
a new self
in realised transformation
risen from the ruins
of past doubt and pain
I would have resurrected
to be an authentic man!