The storm inside
Falling down, getting up
It matters not, I just carry on.
The journey matters, the end shall arrive on its own.
Sometimes I lie tamed above a candle
Lighting up the path ahead.
On others I burn as a forest fire
Untamed, wild, free and all consuming.
I am me, the master of my destiny.
The calm is my strength, not weakness.
The silence at the surface holds within
A tempest, a tornado that storms inside.
5 Comments
Ramya Rao
This is such a beautiful read,Shivani. I loved the last two lines. 🙂
Shivani Shourie
Thank you Ramya!!:)
Dr.Amrita Basu
The journey is always more fun.That’s the great thing about life.It’s the best road trip ever.great poem
Shivani Shourie
Thank you. It was written at the spur of the moment.
Nandini Gupta
Wonderful ….