Rising from the Remains

Dormant.
Distracted.
Distraught.
Disordered.
Dismayed.
Disconcerted.
Dubious.
For too long.
Far too long.

The Dragon.
Impassioned again,
is rising.
Determined.

Rising.
Raging.
Restless.
Roaring.
Readying.

Slow and steady.
Rising from the remains.

For the path ahead may be
too demanding,
but the gates are back in sight.

Cold

Its getting too dark in here.
This engulfing hollowness.
The black hole I never knew existed
is growing heavier by the day.
Perhaps a walk in the sun
would do good.
And a free flow of tears.

I walk in the sun.
I find no warmth.
I cry my heart out.
Saltless water, cold.

24 and a Half

Really? A post about being Twenty Four and a Half?
Age is just a number. And whats in a number really?
"Don't add days to your life, add life to your days", silly girl!


Precisely that's what I am talking about here. Looking at the 'unquantifiable', invaluable and humble realizations this half year has unsolicitedly bestowed upon me, today, at '24 and a 1/2' and a day older, it leaves me fondly amused.

Half year ago, I was going senile.
Half year ago I was pushed into being 24.
I disliked the idea of being at 24,
just because I was going senile.
Half year ago,
I found consolation in the fact that like other years,
this "being 24" too shall quickly, peacefully pass.
But this was not to be.

Because, Half year ago
I 'really' started growing up.
I did not see it coming then.
I realize it now looking back.

I forced open the imaginary gates of
shielding, lofty fantasies
to brace the hard hitting,
unyielding blows of reality.

I freaked out. I cried. I cursed.
I got bruised left, right and center.
Personally, professionally,
physically, mentally,
idealistically, philosophically,
really.

Half year later,
I am stronger, full of vigor
and tolerant.
Perplexed yet hopeful.
Stubborn yet pragmatic.
Delirious yet patient.
Chancing yet steady.
Sanely insane
Complexly plain

So here I am,
Looking forward
to being 25, 26 and many more.
Simply loving being Twenty Four.
Basking in this transition
from being childish to being mature.

Half year ago,
I was neither happy nor satisfied.
Now at 24 and a 1/2, and a day older,
I choose never to be satisfied.
And I couldn't be happier.

This is definitely not a Quarter-life crisis.
Its Quarter-life amazement!