I was never a believer

till I glanced out of the window

and I was never a lover

till I peeked closer to creation

I was never a wanderer

till I learnt to change my path

and I was never a meditator

till I looked beyond the skies

my problems couldn’t be more bitter

till I saw them beg for bread

I seeked for the truth

though I couldn’t be addressed

and my hands began to write

before I understood the words

the walls had me confounded

new ways seemed absurd

I joined my hands for prayer

and the burden of defeat was lifted

then the heart played a melody

new life to me was gifted

and everything so ambiguous

became an obvious reason to be

the world seems an open gate

and I learnt the meaning to be free.

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