Poem 1.4

At 35

Life on the threshold at 35,

is like standing on a vantage point

with a panoramic view of past.

And when you cross the 35

Your sense of belonging alters

from being a 30 something, you are suddenly someone approaching 40.

On your 36th birthday, you see all your previous years condensed into a nimbus of million shards, and precipitate as minutes become weeks and months becomes years. 

The future that unfurls,

may not look like what you had wished for,

and destiny remain an elusive object;

it is the time when you liberate and let the gravity pull you, it is the time when you enjoy the free fall, because

Nonetheless

You will reach there,

happy or sad, content or not;

So let this descend liberate you,

from the clutches of desire.