No matter what you do, you will keep questioning yourself. Only if you direct it rightfully can you consciously see the butterfly effect, as you want it.
Read my story in images and poetry. ⬇
Age of Copying
Full of energy, easy to mould,
My playfulness still lives in my room.
Peeping like the fresh morning,
Through my window, untouched and delightful.
I see myself through my eyes in some other smaller souls.Age of Questioning : Early School
Competing drops in the river,
All equal, all same, all water.
Just moving with the flow, sometimes dancing,
Sometimes still.Age of Adolescence : School
Some memories to me are to remember,
While I can vouch for others which I can never forget.
A lot of Fake friends and a stalker on road,
I was Pasithea on face and anxious inside.Age of Verification: Pre-College
Kota, Dressed in a goddess figure,
This kisser of adventure places hugged me a lesson,
Which I wear till date. The time, it was a lesson
Of learning, No Friendship, low marks, health dip, and worst self-esteem.Age of Golden Years: College
What started from negative mark from the reference point,
Turned into the golden days of my life.
So much fun, dancing rhythms, extensive poetry,
Half lovers, and my best buddies.
Finally came Bangalore and then a small parting journey.Age of Freedom : Post College
The age of application and adulting,
Experimenting and tasting everything,
For this I yearned as a child. So free, SO FREE.
Freedom of dreams and desires and Freedom of expression.
Realizations and returns of the might that I earned.
Supriya Sahu 