Sometimes I feel like a puzzle,
One without a reference picture.
No vision to follow;
No idea of where I'll go.
I'm constantly collecting my bits and parts,
Smiles, tears, screams, laughes,
And putting them all together,
In the hope of finding my treasure.
No predictions to be made,
No way to know right from wrong,
Just joining the pieces,
And praying that's where it belongs.
In the end,
What forms isn't an orthodox picture,
But a constellation,
Where moments good and bad are all stars.
So trace the stars,
Connect the lines,
See who I am as a whole,
Only then will you truly know my soul.
Saumya Thapliyal










