Creepers, twigs, tiny flower
I didn't realize that there is power
In existing without the expectation of being seen.

Two years and I still think of you
and your name keeps showing up in the books I read
Or the Netflix shows I watch.
Should I call you?
Some say its a sign from the Universe
some call it an excuse, some just random chaos.
I'm torn between the signs of the Universe
and the reasoning of my brain.

Two years and I am still writing a poem about you.
And staring blankly at my laptop screen right now.
I should have written about you earlier
and now I'm just plain drunk.

Why in the world is it not enough?

Why just being me is not enough?

Why do I have to be rich and pretty,

But why not, just me?



It is not enough to be kind

You must also have a mind.

Hey! you are such a misfit

Don’t spread your legs, you must know how to sit.



It is not enough to just be in your own skin

Oh! my lord, that’s a sin.

You must follow the rules of the road

Don’t ask questions, just copy and move ahead.



It’s not enough to be independent

Then you’re too ambitious for your own splendent.

The six-figure salary is not enough

Because life will still get tough and the path rough.



It is not enough when you’re single

Because you must also be ready to mingle.

Not enough when you’re married

Because after that you must also have a kid.



It’s funny how they decide

The course of my life.

Whether I run, walk or just sleep.

When what I really want is

To sing, dance and swim deep.



I don’t care how

Successful and clever you could be.

Because I just want to be me.

And someday, I hope it will be enough.

I write but I'm not a writer
I dance but I'm not a dancer
I sing but I'm not a singer
And I travel but I'm not a traveler
Because I am all of it and more
Don't limit me to a label
Because I am so much more.
We all are.

I walked instead of running
and noticed the trees around
some were purple, some were pink
some were trees with brown leaves ready to fall
other with buds ready to flower
some bright green like fresh sprout
some dark cocoa like all out
And to me it occurred that
some were autumn, some were spring
There my heart said to me :
Even in nature everything grows as per the grand scheme
Girl, you shall have it all
In your own time.