I was restless, chaotic, and
puzzled- as a young woman
standing on crossing lines
worrying about-
family, friends, and fortunes.
It’s a maybe or maybe not.
Perhaps, all I was
wrestling for
was my real dream
with myself.
I wanted to write:
sensible words stringed
together singing of love,
joy and light.
And yet, I fell for
the darkness.
Perhaps, there is
no light without
darkness. There is no
love without hurt.
And we cannot embrace
one without being touched
by the other.
Stay with
Prerna 🙂
