Cool air dancing on stern walls,
coffee rush in zesty morning flavours,
brainstorming conversations,
with sketch pens spilled on tracing paper.
Today, I take a pause
to save all these remembrances.
Bursting with to-do lists,
always in a hurry …
I recollect my daily trek
along those known pavements.
And suddenly I realize how much
this routine has actually given me!
Along with my own self-search
from a confused mum
to a calm contained designer,
varied cultures explored,
so many interesting people I met.
I owe a lot to this space.
To the window that distracted me
every single noon,
to bring out flowing words .
To my work desk full of doodles,
where I often went to dream.
I carry bits of them with me.
As I say a final goodbye,
I find heaps of golden times,
smiles, tears and memory dust.
A chapter from my secret life
carefully documented
in folders and notebooks,
on shelves, in drawers .
Yet held back on some pages,
a few precious feelings
and abstract ideas,
waiting to fly out
onto undiscovered roads.
~ How we spend our days is of course how we spend our lives. And then one fine day, we realise what is it that we really want from life. I have decided to take a break from 9 to 5 and try the road not taken. Meanwhile in these summer holidays I enjoy more sips of poetry and some freelance work.
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