By Nilima Chaudhary:
A piece I write now,
Some memories I carve now,
Few moments I treasure now,
Reminiscences I cherish now.
The times I cry upon,
The words I’ll laugh on.
Moments of rejoice,
Come undone by choice.
Broken mirrors and broken souls,
Bandaged by fright.
Captivation and suffocation,
left in the darkness behind.
But,there has been laughter
and there has been light.
Against the ocean current,
and against the pressing tide
Yet, again from the barren ashes,
a phoenix will rise.