Member Poem

The day he presumed to be wild & free,
when the sky was tinted blue beside the long oak tree,
it was late fall filled with the dangling smell of dahlia,
the new season brings back some old nostalgia,
all he knew was that he is going far away,
somewhere, where no one is going to judge his self-being,
will he be accepted for what he is?
would he be happy and desirable once more,
would he be baffled by his behaviour?
with so many questions,
and little answers of his pink suitcase,
he started dwelling into the turbulence of,
unknown & unheard voices of new clouds,
those giggling chatter that he has missed throughout,
now everyone appears same,
like him, like the rainbow,
the change was so different this time,
it was smooth and unasked,
more persistent, more effective,
what is this change of behaviour,
he was finally getting some answers,
in those flying colours and gripping hand,
what took so long to learn the altered way,
of letting go of those insecurities,
welcoming the hidden gestures,
and loving them wholeheartedly,
it is good to be like this,
to be just me, he smirked,
changes are divine,
if we are ready to accept them,
embrace them,
but sometimes you need to step up,
to see that change around,
to learn its tranquillity!