I am a woman adorning different roles,
Most of the time on my toes, running my house,
And sometimes I sing, but I am not a singer,
I dance, but I am not a dancer,
I hopelessly dabble colours on a canvas but I’m far from an artist,
I try to weave words but ain’t a wordsmith,
And I’m still on a quest
Experimenting a multitude of options
to figure out my identity ….
Who am I ?
And what is it that I want ?
Am I just a dreamer?
Or is the universe conspiring to make something out of me?
I dwell in this pursuit,
trying to piece myself in the puzzle that boggles me time and again….
I hear a silent voice that tells me….
“I can’t tell you who you are,
But know this well;
You are a tiny speck in this mighty universe,
A drop in the ocean of life.
Stop wanting to become something,
Life isn’t a race,
Enjoy things as they come ,
Flow like a river,
Meandering all the paths,
Collecting moments and transforming them into memories.
Be a wanderlust,
Meet people ,travel places,
Appreciate the beauty in everything you see.
And in the end you will realize that,
all the random thoughts that baffled you will manifest into a meaningful matrix,
the pearls of wisdom you garnered will shine like stars of a dazzling constellation,
It shall proudly have your name etched,
Something that was always meant to be,
As desired by the creator’s hand.”