Joshmee Nidhi
All those years I disowned my inner-self
whispering my truth which I did not listen
I suffered.
Discarded every miracle, showed disbelief in magics
Crowling over something I wasn't meant to be
I suffered.
Closed my eyes, snubbed every sight
Turned my face away from that dreamland
I wove ever since I was a child
I suffered.
Afraid of uncertainty, did not have courage to fight
Unheard something encroached deep in my heart
asking for just a one glance and offering me
my life-time's chance
I suffered.
I suffered because I betrayed my path,
ignored my calling, overlooked and bribed.
Despite something telling me which way should I thrive;
Something more than enough- adequate.
Something bigger than the world
smarter than every evil thought
source to each miracle and still quite.
Someone certain, courageous, a bliss and known.
Someone never let you suffer in lost-unknown.
Someone answer to every agony and above all
sovereignty to my soul.
Let me call him God.
And now I am not hesitant to listen to this eternal-call.
I own my identity and what my heart says.
I do not turn my face or hide into where I don't belong.
Now I have come back my home
I won't suffer.
I don't suffer.