Pragya writes after a long time!

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 Here I sit today..

Soaking up the sunshine..

With my eyes closed..

The sun making my cheeks red like that of tinted rose..

As I wonder looking at these clouds..

What am I doing with my life..

Thinking if the purpose of my life yet have I found?

As I think about the sun that stays there..

As the clouds wover around..

I find myself surrounded my people like these, but to them am I that profound?

For I never had problem with them coming to me when in need..

But being walked upon, being bullied, being used and being deceived, it has definitely planted a seed..

A seed that now makes me hard to trust people..

A seed that now reaps endless questions with no answers coming from anywhere..

A seed that is growing leaves that make me hustle and rustle and question everything about you..

Yet my little heart doesn’t hate them and nor seeks revenge..

For maybe this is what makes me “Me”..

Me as I look myself in the mirror today, I see someone’s who rose from the ashes..

Who has managed to smile so wide and has beautiful lashes..

Who almost ended everything and yet was brave enough to start everything..

Me, who lost who she was but then believed that she is what no one else can become..

It was a long and tiring ride..

Yet as beautiful as the tide in the moonlight..

Learning each day and maybe being even more kind..

For today when she’s called by names or is appreciated, she doesn’t really mind..

This is who I am today but as I grow, I may nit change but evolve as a different person with time!

#worditoutwithpragya #pragyatalkingnonsense 



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