I am not who I was yesterday, Nor who I’ll be tomorrow. Each sunrise paints a newer me, With hues of hope and sorrow. The lessons I learn, the steps I take, Shape paths I’ve yet to find. In every fall, a spark remains — A light that keeps me kind. Becoming is not just reaching high, It’s growing through the small. It’s learning how to bloom again, Each time I face a fall. So here I stand — still on my way, With dreams I’m yet to see. For life’s not about arriving once — But b

A journey you try and create A path you want to find It has always been there away from the plain sight Within the bounds of chaos It lays low, for you to discover The hidden spiralled gems The floating words,the flowing Rhythms, the sheer feel of being present Lays below the spiral All you have to do is step with time The clear sea of words becomes visible when it comes to the eyes You find the answers which have been in view But still hidden in the unknown chaos Of the unki