Disowned from my roots
Frail and feeble,
I trembled in the cold winds.
From the murky drains,
To the river -
Drowning deep.
Gushed out by the torment currents,
Hit now and then by rocks -
Pierced by the malevolent shower,
I reached the calm sea.
Wounded by the brackish waters,
I fought each wave,
Climbed onto the other
Gasping for breath -
I made it to the shore.
There were clouds hanging low,
And in the warmth of the sand,
I basked in the afternoon sun.
A gentle hand,
Carefully lifted me.
Dusted and washed,
She slipped me in a diary.
It smelt tangerine.
There were fairies and stories,
Kisses and tears,
I could hear laughter.
Some desires settled in footnotes
Dreams all over -
Some in bold, some scribbled.
Beautiful signatures and traces of solitary.
Each day she flipped through pages
Inked some stories.
A withered leaf,
Bookmarked each day of life.
