Nothing is more important than reconnecting with your bliss. Nothing is as rich. Nothing is more real.
When I looked back at how far I had come
Who I had been and who I had become
I felt as though I had lost touch
With my old self, I felt there was much
Water that had flowed under the bridge proverbial
My past appeared to exist in a dream, surreal
Was it a change of geography, or values, or mindset?
All of the above in combination, I bet
I longed for a glimpse of the person I had been
To revisualize the world the way she had seen..
I had not realized how the world wide web
Could draw me in its fold, and dust the cobwebs
That gleamed over the dusty corners of my past
Its power led me back in time at last…
An old, dear friend found me in cyberspace
This reconnection brought me face to face
With the starry-eyed teenager all of fifteen
For whom the world was full of a bright sheen
Of hope, of promises of good things in store
Unbridled enthusiasm, that she had so much more..
I reconnected with my old friends and was reminded
Of where I came from, my past was now unblinded
The chain reaction of reconnection that began
Led me back to myself, so I could understand
My own journey better, I could reconnect
With my own self, I was able to reflect
On the good, the bad, the best and the worst
The thing that was abundantly clear first
Was that I was the same, changes were superficial
What appeared different was quite artificial
Overjoyed was I to rediscover myself this way
This self-actualization made my day!
(P.S. Dedicated to my dear old friend Laxmi)