Maybe its a rich tapestry of life,
weaved in stories of love , loss and transformation,
I am emptied out but I'm not done,
Hope has the best aesthetic standards!
I set myself onto a new landmark,
unruffled and draped in the fabric,
I am the most comfortable.


In my darkest days, gardens of hope have offered the promise of new life ,
Hanging on the edge of time,
Something feral with the dissolution of routine,
disillusioned yet determined,
It's a pause not a cessation!
beyond the horizon,
bringing me back into the folds of life with a spread of renewed positivity and the allurement of hope.

@Mrunalini Nimbalkar