Journey goes on…or does it stop?

The journey that I am going to be talking about is from the day I had Subarachnoid Haemorrhage and from there on…
there are moments when my writing flows, days when I get poetic and at times I simply draw. You will hear stories that I have written earlier, and some that are in the now..

This one came through art and took a poetic form.

Right in the middle of chaos
Right in the centre of explosion
I don’t know whether I fell or I rose
In spite of so many pricks
Nothing hurt, nothing…
Sweet pain, like first love
Like first born..
I felt nothing
And yet everything…
That was pure.

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