Perplexed at Twenty-Seven

 Perplexed at Twenty-Seven

The ending of an era,
entering into responsivities
from following the booklet to being bossy,
No one to hold the back.
No more a social bird,
rather an introvert adult.
Twenty-Seven and way too much changed,
from being an amiable human to a daunt creature.
Entering a new phase without any further prediction.
ah! This is life..
like an ant,
Each day trying hard to achieve the goal,
Some how, Some day there is a hope,
it will be accomplished.
No complaints or regrets, only faith which could summon me.
All of this , I realized when I walked on the golden road which
I use to travel every by and then.
So much of me is changed from being a confident lass , thrived into hesistant dame.
Ageing is hard and treacherous.

Thought 128

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Thought 127

Thought 126

Thought 125

One right person and you are good to go.

Thought 124

Sometimes I too feel low and helpful ,
But I am too bad at showcasing the sad part of me and eventually I weep.then I realise it's absolutely okay to cry your heart out because situations can never be perfect and not always people will be appreciating you 😀

Rhapsody of life

Life give you turns but never show you the way ,

It curtain the route but never walk all the way.

Choose or cheat , choice remains.

A melodramatic ecastic dream full of rage, 

This is not the end but just a fresh a start ,

Gear up the wheels and start the cast.

Oh ! My lord what a year full of  understanding and everything went in  vain.

Not in cage but crippled moments .

Hey ! Dear life why am I do dramatic 

With a few fellow pits ..