A WALL, MY WALL
The wall of my hostel room is painted white
Cutting the chord between its previous occupant and I
It stretches its arms wide open,
I can dress it the way I want.
So I started putting pieces of a puzzle together
A puzzle I like to call, ‘the journey of a little less than 20 years’.
A year old me in mummy’s arms,
A 15 year old me, as tall as she.
Moments when I embraced the microphone as my dearest possession,
Moments when nothing was more hilarious than my pizza expression!
Some with my oldest friend by my side,
Our friendship still is young.
Photographs that define me but don’t limit me.
Sometimes when I lie down and glance up,
It all makes sense to me
Experiences and People
Some of you here and others scattered around the world
Like pixie dust
That magic doesn’t happen at the wave of a wand,
It’s in the smiles
The hugs that are worth framing,
The people who are the pieces to each of our puzzles
Revealing themselves at the right time
Because we just cannot fill the pages of that one precious diary
Unless we have the perfect poem or the perfect story.
But the good and the bad, both have their ways
Keep your head up, your feet low
You are not another stone tossed in the ocean
You are an island that stands afloat.
And for this, bringing my wall together is the word ‘potpourri’
Not the dried flowers of scent but a mixture of things
A gentle reminder that a brilliant day will be balanced by the worst one
But at their intersection will be another piece of the puzzle done.
A Wall doesn’t have to always divide,
Sometimes, it brings together
Posters and dreams,
And My Wall binds all the pieces of my puzzle in one fantastical shape
The one that pumps blood
The one that goes as far as the journey goes
The heart – the perfect cohesion for ‘the journey of a little less than 20 years’ and going…