Finding My Broken Pencil !....

 Finding My Broken Pencil !....

-Simran Malhotra

Finding my lost self,

In the haste of lot of delusion.

Sometimes just feeling stuck,

In the pursuit of my own better understanding,

Sometimes just doubting my own 'True self'' ,

That makes me realize who I really am. 

Forming new tangent equation,

On the brink of discovering,

Discovering something new for myself.

From all the disorienting thought process,

Understanding this joke of my life,

 Orienting towards its next level of process.

Sometimes I tends to  see my own self,

To be the prisoner of my mind thoughts,

It's then when it becomes important,

 For craping out the  toxic cycle of my thoughts.

At times trying challenging my own self,

New overflowing frequency is all that I feel.

Sometimes some unseen and unturned cards,

Creating new seasonal changes in the weather of uncertainty.

At times when life seems to be soo deserted,

In the present reality of the deep weeds of all my fears,

Which keeps crippling in, by taking new fire away.

Sometimes it is then,

 When I find myself in the middle,

When new fears seems overpowering me.

At times I feel so catapulted into everything,

Making it hard for me to breathe.

On different days always trying to get over,

The hangover of all those days,

When all the craziness and silliness of my life,

Once had no limitations and barriers.

My mind pondering for finding,

 Varied alternatives for my life situations,

Understanding the nucleus of my own sentiments.

Sometimes being at ease,

 Is all that,

 What I really wants,

Wants to do,

 To be at peace with my own self.