The New Me

I asked "let me hold your cup of success,

Take a sip of its contents. 

He replied "the heat is too much for you

You are sure to drop and ruin it".

Tears welling up, I turned my face insulted

Determined to make my cup floweth.

What was holding me back till then

I realized was my commitment to

Fulfilling the roles thrust at each stage

Losing myself in the process

Losing the ability to think for me 

Losing my independence 

Like a hungry tiger, I waited 

Not losing focus or patience

The writer in me lying latent

Yet to find expression

Letting the years roll by 

As I aged and tasted freedom

And like a gaslighter 

Used to ignite a stove burner

The piezo-electric effect sparked

Thoughts combustible into poetry

As I discovered a new me resuscitated 

Weaving words into garlands of poetry

Now my cup overfloweth

While yours has emptied 

Don't you see, yours was time-bound

In my case inexhaustible creativity.