New.

The time has arrived for me to be happy,

To create myself all over again;

An altogether new identity,

Which I have rehearsed myself in day and night;

Amongst solitude and happiness,

Celebrated alone with wine and cakes;

To the gestures of loneliness and independence,

When I realized nothing comes without price.

Wearing the mask has been mine for ages,

As I move from place to place,

To new chances of recreating myself time and again!

Shedding off crippling in capabilities,

From which I give birth to a new me;

The one I start creating the day I slip into a new skin.

Acting out parts and reformulating desires,

And rearranging memories from the parts of me,

Scattered over the known places.

Now is the time again to move on from this old worn out self,

And raise a toast to the world that is beckoning my dreams,

Where I’ll have ample time for wanderings and depressions;

With no shoulder to hang on;

In an altogether different world;

I will have to make my own.

Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.