Newly Born Poem by Vishz Embassy

The pigment of time,

like ever before, has created

a blossom. A blossom this is

of profound thoughts, beliefs and relations.



I can still think of last New Year.

Nothing told me

The cycle was back,

from where it started.



How good would it be

for me to say,

I was still there, where

it had started.



The solitaire in me does hold

an explanation;

the explanation which I never want

to be aware about.



Last night, I had three phone calls,

from the college I am in now.

It was a tough and long night

as I learnt



The cycle was back

not to pick me up,

but to tell me- “cope up buddy”

life is itself to be accepted



It’s Sad new relations trigger

hormones better,

than for the old and beloved ones.

For once I am accepting life- as it is.