Like brilliant sunshine
On little waves,
Pleasant memories
Spill out,
Of the treasure trove
Of my past.
Perhaps, it is you,
Blessed friend,
Who has unlocked me.
You who still draw
From the spring of childhood.
Unhindered.
I go back to a place,
Where my heart was still,
In harmony.
Where I’d feel tree-bark
And watch ants on their way
In sleepy shade, smiling sun.
And I’d lose myself
In existential reverie.
Undiscovered.
Then, the Darkness.
And how moulds
were thrust down my throat,
For to fit into.
And I was shaped
Into a sad monstrosity,
Chasing false dreams.
I acquiesced.
For want of an alternative.
But harboured
The kernel of bliss within.
Someday, I’d emerge
Amongst my own.
The Ugly Duckling
Discovering Swans.
Now, in a fetid pool,
I come across
Mis-shapen remnants,
Like myself.
Incognito, in masquerade,
In denial, ill-developed.
Anguished.
But then, it’s still
Within our grasp.
We can create our ‘Wonderland’
Reclaim our own,
Realise our dream
Painstakingly
Together
As a team.
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