Imprints of pain...
In the blueprint of 'The game'
Fears of 'the same'
Comfort we find in 'naming the names'...
Some make their mark
Some dwindle in the storm
Some test the fate
A very few pause!...and reflect at the Game
to derive the hidden lessons from what appears 'the same'
In this journey, that appears to be mine..
That; walked by many...at parallel or in the notion of time...
A thought crosses my mind ...
Seeking who am I?
What if...'I' let Go..
Surrender that 'me'...one I know & I used to be..
Engulfed with the willingness & compassion
Embracing the revived perception
What if I ting the pain...
Free it from the experiences of any loss or gain...
Such as - raindrops decorating the windowpane...
Such as 'Poetry - being the essence of 'The Game'.
