time ticking away,
uncertainty in quiet company;
I count lesser footprints,
as gut feel insists on taking control.
The front view fogs up occasionally,
creating navigation difficulties.
Each five minutes feels like an hour,
I pause and turn back,
thinking to retrace my steps.
Only it hits:
the path back vanishes with each forward step I take.
And the only option,
is straight ahead.
I take deep breaths of determination,
I take pauses of strength,
I continue my journey ahead,
on this less trodden terrain.
Sitting on a sea of green,
I hear the sounds of planes above.
Looking up to see one after another,
filling up the sounds in the air.
The wind blows continuously,
while trees sway to the beats.
A harmonious sight spreads before me,
and I hear birds chirping around me.
All these creates a sense of calm and ease,
creating moments of surreality within,
striking a chord in contrast to yesterday’s terror.
Another 12 months flown by,
52 weeks accumulated wisdom,
coupled with 365 days of lessons.
as I am sitting in one.
Sometimes I feel I understand,
at times I don’t.
During those clueless moments,
the content is repeated unknowingly,
as if there’s someone out there,
wanting me to truly comprehend this knowledge.
I keep my head low,
or call for a time-out,
willing myself a breakthrough,
to gain the insight needed,
so the repetition stops.
On other occasions,
I feel the adrenaline rush,
especially impressed by myself,
my capability to pick up the skills.
My gut tells me,
these are your strengths,
work on those,
you’ll go far.
8760 hours of lectures and homework,
I know for sure,
this constant evolution,
Ready to receive,
poised to take-off,
for my next birthday.
Standing in the woods,
seeing the stretch of wilderness,
I hear the wind whispering secrets in my ear,
I feel the air,
rushing into my body as I take in one deep breath.
In the silence,
I hear my own breath,
I feel my muscles relax,
I stand there in the nature,
I feel the reconnection,
the calmness within,
surging and waiting to be released,
to form a circle around me.
A pillar of strength crystalising,
like the leaves settling around my feet;
I feel energized,
ready and prepared,
to take on,
2017’s set of cards.
Winter follows doggedly,
undermining Spring’s presence.
Flowers and green leaves battle the cold,
fighting for attention.
Covered from head to toe,
I hesitated to store my thick clothes.
Summer finally steps out to play,
making a grand entrance.
Shorts and t-shirts lining the streets,
sun tanned lotion snapped up.
Hold and behold,
halftime whistle should sound any minute.
Are you getting ready for the field,
to tackle this game,
to score goals aplenty,
before the final whistle is blown?
making her early rounds.
Birds singing in flocks,
do I hear a song
an acapella perhaps?
The occasional plane engine rustling,
the quiet whish of the irregular car,
in the background,
punctuating the melodious rhythm.
eyes drooping again,
a snooze beckons,
at the early hours of dawn.
Silence of the night,
interrupted by passing cars,
laughter and voices floating in,
opening and closing doors,
vrroom goes a motorbike,
a loud beep pierces through the air.
I lie still,
for calm to descend,
and peacefulness to return,
to the darkness of the night.