no more doubts…

My heart’s fire is kindled,

while I stand here bewildered.

My hunger to explore,

my soul is embellished to its core,

feeding on my mind’s joyous screams,

while thinking of all it dreams.


My body quivers,

when I think of my potential future/s.

What’s next I am not sure,

but my passion makes me lure.

My love for life is new

and for once this doesn’t feel askew.


Looking down at what might have changed,

what I have gained,

for the first time, I didn’t think

I didn’t worry that I will sink.

I hear the world calling for me,

still anxious, but ready to see,

what my ambitions mean!


My mind is still fretting,

my conscious is still haunting,

my palms still sweat,

But now my fears don’t pose a big threat.

My world is mending

and I am not bailing.


For once my brain aligns with my heart,

while embracing my part

in the game of life,

now the feeling of love is rife.

Hopefully, I won’t start another bout

of self-doubt.



Sitting by the window,
wondering what this day will bring,
I sat down to sing,
my story, being vulnerable and strong,
I hope it won’t be long.

Everyone has a different struggle,
Someone strives to feed their family,
and other nurses their ill-beloved,
but one out of many struggles to wake up
to start again despite being fed-up.

All those nights and days
of wonder and dismay,
trying to find someone to confide in,
I may not have problems as big as yours,
I may not be suffering from any physical pain,
but am I trapped in my own brain?

All those nights and days  
when I just want to run away,
as far as possible, from the society and the people.
The society requires me to be what I should be,
not what I could be.

Try to put on a mask, a mask of joy,                                                                                                    the mirror, however, reflects a dull face,
I realize everyone’s world is moving at a faster pace,                                                                    I am stuck because I do not belong here
but out there somewhere.

Trembling and shaking,
my world’s quaking,
Who am I?
I am a voice of many,
but not a lot, I am lost in the crowd,
trying to express myself for the first time out loud.