Everyone’s running, no one’s quite there

In a world of iPhones,

Sometimes I miss a Nokia 1100

In a world of social media,

Sometimes i miss those bicycle rides with friends

In a world of filters,

Sometimes I miss the Kodak reels

In a world of hustle

Sometimes I miss those afternoon naps under trees

In a world of pretences,

Sometimes I miss raw offensiveness

In a world of fancy apparels,

Sometimes I miss those hand me downs

In a world glittering with

Money and things and people,

Sometimes I miss seeing a simple soul

In a world where everyone is running,

With no one being quite there,

Sometimes I miss just standing still

Catching my breath, and not feeling any despair.

.. and I became my own sun

I have been broken

Though it took time to glue myself back up,

It took tears and blood and sweat

But, i did it

So now when you see me smile

When you see me dancing on some random songs

When you see me laughing on lame jokes,

Know – that i celebrate each of those things

I pulled myself from numb to this

And that is why

I never apologise for walking away

Because i know i feel too much

Its not the conflict that i seek

Its the warmth that i crave

I became my own sun

So I would never be cold again

What if ..

What if

i left pieces of myself behind

Every time I smiled

Every time a tear dropped

Every time my heart almost stopped

What if

I shed parts of me

Just like the breadcrumbs you can see

you see my path and you see those pieces glow

So now my heart and journey you know

What if

We are all losing parts of us

Maybe thats what life does

Scatters us to pieces

Till the last piece remains & everything else ceases

What if

All our lives we rush and we run

We think we are chasing the sun

We think being whole is the glory

But its always the little pieces that tell the true story

What if

Maybe the story isn’t one

Its in every scattered song that was left unsung

Maybe there is no such thing as being whole

What if….more than one place can hold our soul