An epiphany

She, I think ​                                       A big nose, chubby cheeks,too small a mouth, pretty eyes.

She, I think
Constant tapping of the fingers, doodles here and there. Silence surrounds but the mind is too loud with pondering.

She, I think
Clumsy and awkward,
unapologetic and candid
Perhaps not always

She, I think
Bold in showering compliments
Bashful in being its reciever

She, I think
An anxious achiever armed with an average skill set

She, I think
Scared and Struggling to experiment

She, I think
Treads up a rocky terrain, hesitant to play in the rain

She, I think
Miles to travel to reach her full potential

She, I think
Needs to jump over those inhibitions,  quit being in vexation

She, I think
Once tasted the blithesome state of being  true to herself

She, I think
Needs to relocate the sparkle, needs to relocate herself

She, I think
Will grab the damn reins again and whisk away, for it’s been too long a tedious break

She, I think
Started this epiphany because of her friend

She, I think
As I think about myself.

A Drop of Reminiscence

I can feel the warmth seeping into my fingers, clasped around a large mug of delicious hot cocoa. I can see the rain falling incessantly against my bedside window. The rhythmic splattering being the only audible sound, but unheard are the  voices inside my head by the walls of my room. The temperature is low enough for me to be huddled up in a soft blanket. My fingertips caressing the smooth material with unintentional strokes. 

And as the rain continues to fall heavily with occasional thundering, so do my thoughts. They fall upon me just like droplets of water and pool inside my mind, some deeper than the others. And I see my past reflected  – a little muddy, a little dull, I smile fondly at how far I have come.

Outside the pouring has subsided, leaving behind trails of water droplets on my window. My fingers trace a lone drop as it gently slithers down the glass surface. My lips taste the last of the cocoa and my thoughts? 

They culminate into a warm buzz under my skin- happy and content just like the rainbow left behind by the rain.

I lift myself out of the comfort of my blanket’s  cocoon, ready to conquer my present with the courage of my past.