Today after years
I feel like writing something
Write a story Or a memoir
Write a poem
Or something about myself
Draw some lines in white paper
Even if crooked, Small or big
I should pick up that old brush
Fill colors in those pictures
Which were left incomplete
We could not complete
Maybe due to some compulsion
Or some other reason
Color them again
With new colors of life
Sing a song ehich I wanted to hum
Of butterflies, birds, clouds or waterfalls
Swim in those waves once again
In which I wanted to descend
Open my closed fist again
Drop all the sand
Which time has filled
Spread my wings and
Fly in the open sky
Will you come with me
Yes today years Afterwards
I found myself once again
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉 馃檹 
