• pallavi4 139w


    There is a strange strength
    In the tears that I cry for others
    Joining in in their pain
    And often providing comfort

    There is renewed sense of self
    In every little object or project
    That I painstakingly, loving build
    Often to make another soul happy

    There is a proud sense of achievement
    When a smile erupts on many faces
    On seeing the hundreds of pictures
    I click to savour moments

    There is revelation of my inner self of sorts
    In every poem , every story
    I put down on paper sometimes
    Because I cannot say the words aloud

    There are so many aspects of oneself
    That more often than not remain hidden
    Sometimes because we don’t want others to know
    Sometimes because we’re yet to be discovered