There’s a perceptive nonchalance outside me,
And inside is a turmoil you cannot imagine
It has always been this way,
We cannot fathom what cannot be seen!
Sometimes I feel I am the spectator
Still deep inside I am alive
The spectator is in downright awe
Of what I am capable of inside!
I am a saint deep down within
I understand that death is life
I am my own empowerment
And the strategist of my strife!
So also am I human and weak
Stricken by my share of woes
I have my share of demons
And my self-imagined foes!
A lesson learnt is never the last
Nor a difficulty – the first
It’s a circle which comes full
And starting over is a must!