Spring 2018: A flurry of change - uncertainty abounds - more monumental than mundane

Spring 2018

In spring time, of the year Two Thousand and Eighteen,

Into the land of my birth I flew, another time, umpteen

Little did I know, that this trip would be monumental,

And that my life would change, and love would be incidental…

Caught in the mayhem of a past mistake,

While through heaps of guilt, I must rake,

A reckless action, unintended consequences galore,

If not anything, this will become our folk lore …

Countries and Borders have never been my cup of tea,

But in a tug of war of work, life and fortunes – I must accede,

To comply with the norm, and reign in my defiance,

With my destiny, accept and forge an alliance …

While I am stuck in limbo, and waiting for a paper,

That takes its sweet time, and limits my career,

I must cherish all that is around me – lovely, warm and beautiful,

And be grateful for every breath – in this life – Oh, so wonderful!

For I have been blessed, with grandiose Love and gentle kindness,

From my kin – my mother, my uncle, my granny and lover,

Showered with support – both material and emotional,

I often wonder – is this episode accidentally accidental?  😊

What life has set forth for me, I must accept and enjoy,

Carpe Diem, as the sun shines today,

While I miss drizzly Seattle, and crave my prompt return,

It’s a shame, If apathy pushes me to pass my turn …

For actions drive change and fortune favors the brave,

And a treasure lies deep within the murky enclave,

Those who wait, and fight to chase their treasure,

In their arduous journey, they must find pleasure…

So, what about the lover – in feline fervor, they ask

And when I speak, in a sublime glory, I do bask,

I have finally found someone who complements my core,

And to my secret self-improving self, she opens a door…

Actions talk louder than words, and it is now time to act,

My dear, I will not just sit back and react.

I promise to guide us through the labyrinths of life,

And hope to bury ourselves in a relationship divine…

For she smiles, and transmits smiles to my form,

Like a first mate, at sea, she helps wither the storm,

A childlike love and an innocence benign,

An intermingling of the minds, a romance clandestine…

A journey that will last forever,

A Promise that will hold together,

A pact to respect one another,

A responsibility – to present our best selves, to each other…

As time passes, the cabin fever grows,

So, I keep myself engaged and salvage my lows,

Waiting is the hardest part,

Karma has a strange but fair way, mysteries apart…

An epiphany emanates, seven fathoms beneath,

A peal of positivity shines through and drills through my sheath,

As twilight, like a toddler, scuttles across my balcony,

I must drink the elixir – a mix of virtue, penance, patience

and my own agony…

It’s all meant to be…

Maktub!