There a million things vying for my attention almost at the exact time, and I find myself making 10,000 decisions every minute, especially now that I have taken a new role as a mom. Often, even taking time for myself seems a waste, but its a sacrifice I need to make for myself. A sacrifice I need to convince myself, worth taking, if at all.

And this poem is a reflection of just that. I yearn for those quiet moments, but sometimes, life’s call is 10x stronger than of those flitting quiet longings.


the night grips

enticing i

to sit under the stars

and stare at the vast velvet expanse


to step out behind the dusty, flimsy door

just one more step

just lie across the grass

feel the wind upon your face

tuck your arms under you head

i, hesitated

and walked away



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