Struck by an avalanche of thoughts,
But the preoccupied mind lets them roll away,
Flooded by a tsunami of emotions,
But the impermeable mind absorbs not a drop,
The deluge of activity,
Strangely numbs my senses,

Perhaps when I can
Clear the palette to identify different colors,
Untwine the interlocked threads to appreciate each one,
Hear the musical notes above the din,
I can better hoard the moments,
That slip away unnoticed...

9000 miles away from home,
Surrounded by change in every form,
Like a little child taking her first steps,
I tread the unknown paths,
Resolving to conquer my inertia and fear,
Celebrating every little achievement,
Excited about what my next step would unravel

But the enthusiasm to grasp the freshness,
Succumbs to a familiar blanket of worries,
Winter makes way for Spring, Spring for Summer,
But the persistent anxiety paints an opaque gray
over the colourful canvass.

It dawned on me that the real battle was not external,
It had little to do with place, people or environment.
To fight the obsession
that forces a one dimensional view to life,
To lift the curtain that hides the window to the rest of the world,
It takes time and strength.
The battle is on and I am not giving up.