The alley wasn't mine yet I found
solace my long lost elixir,
The air, the sun even the walls
smells somewhat familiar.
Some words ripen with time yet
they remain un-hummed.
Sometimes they lose their colours
if not spoken at the right time.
Vying for so long for the liberty it
gave me the much needed space.
Earlier I couldn't get my head out of
the clouds but here I'm the ace.
People call me the girl with the
sunset head yes that was me,
But not anymore, now the same
fragile girl got some attitude to carry.
Oh! Why it took you this long to
take your own stand.
Why you didn't remember, who
you were? What you were taught.
It was never too late to do what
you really want to pursue,
So buckle up go get what your
looking back wasn't your thing for sure.
