Far ahead seems an apparition
That closes in without a reason
And through the looking glass
There is a vision of the past
One that we choose to unsee
But that comes back to thee
There are always many whys
Inspite of the sweet delights
A lingering feeling of cries
That provoke many a sighs
For what could’ve would’ve
And what should’ve may’ve
Only if it had a reason to be
And set the mind totally free
Being a lover of what is
Is the only way to whiz
Off the stories of yore
That could make a bore
Whatever is the reality
Is certainly the responsibility
When the words come easy
There is a way to be breezy
And that is giving attention
To things other than tension
The excitement of the new
Can certainly drive out the blues
And as the reds and pink arrive
They bring with them the drive
To be more easily forgiving
Of all the humble beginnings
We see through the looking glass
But then cannot change the past
Then instead of being past caring
There is a way to be full of daring
Surrendering to life with all it’s is’es
Blowing out to the wind the kisses
The present is the only present
A gift we choose of reckoning
The sadness of the could nots
Do tie their formidable knots
What is yours will forever be
Yours no matter how busy the bee
It comes in its time when it doesnt
There is a mandate that it mustnt
So dust off the sprinkles of the coulds
Let go of the worlds of the woulds
There shouldnt be the words shoulds
For nothing is better understood
Than what is actually in the hood
Whatever will be will be
And that mindset sets one free
From all the needed validation
Across the mighty hall of nations
No matter what the rat race
Learning grace at thirty-eight!
Vedasri Siddamsetty 