Dropped conspiracy

 

I dropped it that day

And it broke.

Hundreds of pieces got scattered,

For me to collect again.

But I remember that my hands didn’t fail

And my fingers opened voluntarily.

Perhaps it was necessary,

A beautiful conspiracy

Which later proved to be a therapy.

 

Sometimes the mistakes that we do are actually done deliberately by our subconscious mind. Later we realise that it was a necessary therapy for us.

Nishant, The Poet and the Pen

Without training wheels

Remember how hard it was when you started learning how to ride a bike?

Today when you look back at it, it seems easy. Well, that’s pretty much how life is.

 

 

Hey dad, look!

I am riding without training wheels.

Guess you were right,

Wounds incurred while learning heals.

I wish life was also like that,

As simple as riding a bike.

For I am trying to balance,

Failing by falling at every strike.

Or maybe these are learnings too,

So these wounds shall also heal fast.

Life (if) is like a bike,

Let’s balance like we did in the past.