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In the race of life,
I took a break today
Unaware whether I am alive or dead
Somewhere I hope I’ll still breathe someday,
I saw myself getting ripped
With my own words, I wrote, before I came here
Who knew sitting that sitting here for few hours,
Will be blessing for the unknown existing here
In my this self,
For so long I haven’t seen my eyes,
But I know they have shed a lot of tears
The biggest challenge they had was to find
Whether loving your own self is a blessing or a fear
I think
I know a lot will be changed when I go back,
To the place where it all started with nothing,
As I hold the learnings of life in years I merely lived,
When pages were bleeding & I collected to make something,
Which lead to this,