I came upon this realization
that we can never get back what is lost.
A dear friend had sent me a poem
a few days back, titled 'What We Lost in the Fire'.
I do empathize with the idea perfectly,
there's no returning, no regaining.
I choose not to remain disillusioned for ever.
Being divorced from reality, we lead only sordid
& miserably hollow lives.
I need to tide over my losses.
I choose to reject
my plain vanilla existence
for something fun & frivolous.
Will thus grow fresh raisins.
And give them to the ones who truly deserve.
I am looking up and ahead. Ahoy!
I am beaming! With expectations.
With desires. And, above all, dreams.
