The Echo

i exist, in my own sweet space..

covered in blanket of hope..

sipping the juice of karma..

trying to last, until the end..

if this is an act, I play me..

raw, rough, rash, rude..

im happy atlast, that i am me..

im in love with this new rotten self..

there were no rules,

who set them anyway?

i live, in my own sweet space,

away from the familiarly unfamiliar..

webs of complexity long gone,

innocent chirpings to excite me..

discovering this new me,

pealing the layers with intent..

wispers of tiny nothings

of little somethings

of renewed confidence

of reignited enthusiasm

of belief, of hope,

of tenderness and optimism.

take a ride

feel thy true self

while discovering that somebody

you call, me!

PS:  warm welcome to the two new followers!! thankyou galleons for being so lovely and kind:) this post has been taken from ~~stRanDS Of yaRn~~, my second blog. Do check it out and let me know what you think about it. Soul scripted is where I share my experiences with life and ~~stRanDS Of yaRn~~ is where I post my poems, articles, haphazard thoughts and disarrayed musings! Please extend your support and be generous with your comments:) I know you will NOT be harsh while commenting. Keep smiling to spread smiles..love.