By Haritha Sara Kuriakose
Picture Source: Google Images
In the here and now,
I am,
An image in a colouring book.
To be filled in,
Coloured and brought to life,
With each stroke, second,
Step by step.
No rush.
A process that never ends.
To be enjoyed,
Ever-changing and improving,
With each day, month,
Year by year.
No rush.
A shapeless form untitled.
To be moulded,
Visualized and patiently created,
With each push, pull,
Stress by stress.
No rush.
A thought ahead of the times.
To be realized,
Detailed and carefully curated,
With each memory, experience,
Moment by moment.
No rush.
A dream in a dream.
To be loved,
Worshipped and chased after,
With each blink, smile,
Breath by breath.
No rush.
In the here and now, I am.
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