We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

--- Dead Poets Society

We meet many people in our lifetime and each time we discover something new about ourselves. Me being a geek interested in science stuff never thought I'll pen a poem one day. Well, universe works in mysterious ways. I met a friend, anonymously named 'Enigma'. Crossing my path with this person, I discovered my ability to write poem. Well, not an expert but I at least started writing.😅

Upon nature's call,

intertwined the threads of tapestry of fate.

As Clotho weaved on,

A girl's fate flipped

from glee to grief

slowly losing her home piece by piece

She pleaded her home for one more day

if not one more moment

it's the Divine intervention

the roles exchanged

The girl of action was silenced

Time for her home to show courage

Both immutable, followed their old ways

Causing chaos and pain

The home was merely an interim

The girl longed for assurance to wait

Her home was silent holding within

But the girl couldn't

Her heart was just a powder now

Her anchored mood swung

She was okay for a moment and not the next

The world found it silly

as it was matter of time

She looked into her dusty heart

it was lifeless and longing to heal

The girl tried for happy ending

but the silence of her home was rather contrary

The day finally came

she silently departed north and turned back

Just to see her home vanish

She lost her magic

The girl now lives in a boat

Sailing into unknown

fueling her grief into a memoir

hoping to see her home once again

Her home appeared few times

The girl never got a moment

she longed to hangout

just like old times

World intervened to make her realize

its not her home after all

Just hold the pain like brave

and move on

Nothing can be done now

The girl realized

It was her home's turn to say something

and as always she slapped with silence

The girl forced herself give up

she lost her freedom to adore her home

Her fate was intertwined

with her home's courage

She looked into the sky

and laughed at the fate

Only if her home wishes,

she can see her home once again

She was the girl who,

troubled Clotho with her magic

Now she enslaved herself

Waiting for her home to rescue her

Shattered into pieces,

she is now a survivor

doing her duty

in the midst of unresolved grief

Her hope is hanging

at the edge of a cliff

She asked nature

whether to hold or withdraw

Nature silently whispered

Oh trouble maker!

listen to your soul

and the girl clenched her fist!

Lost and Found