Crawling like a snail waiting for the rain and shine,

was not part of the plan..

Bouncing like a ball back and forth

was not part of the plan

Didn’t know back then that

for the rain to pour

clouds do all the roaring,

Seasons proposed their arrival

holding my tiny surprises hidden,

in the closets unreachable and sealed

A plan changed,

A plan cancelled,

Long story short,

This is the plan of life..

Those Closets opened each day at a time,

Letting me devour them as moments and dreams,

giving them enough time to affect my routine,

like slow poison, habits crawled all over me,

prompting to desire for the unheard and unthought

For the rain to pour, clouds do all the roaring,

Ones plan changes for another’s success..

Bouncing like a ball was not the part of the plan,

But beaten like the wall was not the plan either. .

As each closet opens,

I see that everything happening with me

Is interlinked with someone else’s plan

Nature’s plan to nurture babies worked out fine,

the problem is

that too was not part of my plan…

I roar like a cloud,

I scream like the wind,

I just step out and let the rain fall on me!!