What is it called
When you’re supposed to explain something
But you’re speechless
Without an answer?
They think you should know
I mean
How else would your behaviour be justified?
But what if
You don’t know?
Have no idea!
You’re reaction, yet a puzzle…
Why should they expect?
When even you
You, yourself are lost
The confusion within you not helping
But still pressured to give an answer?
What is it called?
Because I’m clueless
And someone is waiting for an answer…



She sat


Thinking of the past that haunted her

She could not move past it

Somehow it was still controlling her life

It held on to her

With every moment that passed

It grew

Creating a void within her

Eating up her emotions

Leaving her empty

Her body was sore

She tried to rise

But her muscles didn’t budge


Physically and mentally 

She cried out for help


It surrounded her

Inside and out

Her body numb

Accepting defeat

Froze at that spot

In that stillness

She saw a future

Something that had been evading her very dreams

Dreams that only consisted of the horrors of the past

Dreams that only consisted of the dark

But now

She saw the light

Bright and shining

Beckoning her forward

Sparking inside her the motivation she used to once have

With determination, she stepped forward 

One step at a time

Slow and steady, she started on her journey

Her broken wings 


She was proud of who she was

A flightless bird in flight…


Broken pieces

I guess in the end, I started to think about the beginning

Those small things,

Those petty choices that are shaping my future

No one can predict what lies ahead of us

One can only wonder,

Fantasize even…

But the truth is

The answer lies with us

What we choose to do,

What we choose to become.

Some say our destiny is written,

Probably is

But man finds the most difficult path to tread

To lead them to their destination

All the hindrances shaping us up

Making us strong and mighty

While we feel weak and meek in the present

Wishing it to just fast forward,

Never to return.

‘It’s just a phase of life’

That’s what I tell myself

It’ll pass

But at the present

Hope is what I cling on to.

It’s the only optimism I have

But it’s good enough.

With a smile I face everyday

Waiting and wishing for those broken pieces of mine

To heal

To coagulate

To mend

So I am seen again

Heard again

And feel again

Like the person who once used to be,

Striving in adversity

With a determined mind

And a persistent heart…