Purpose !

The Gulmohar grows high,
   as each rain swerves by ..
The blossom remains crimson coy,
   as newer waves rock my buoy ..

Though puzzled by my steady anchor,
   Life has surely mellowed my banter
Experience bequeathed its Crystal ball,
   unveiling secrets in its pearl grandeur

Liberating wisdom dawned in surplus,
  personifying my soul as calm and non -callous
Up-pent ardor swirls supressed n nervous,
 as I strive to stumble upon ....
               My life's purpose !

Self Worth

Inborn humility tangled in love for people n life,
 exposed me at once to abundant affection and strife
It took intense humiliation of all notes abloom,
 to push me down the cliff in valleys of gloom

And lo! I embarked on a soul searching mirth,
 to retrieve and regain my lost self worth
Discoveries gifted more troves of love n highs,
 as I promise to myself ..that's as much as I will ever cry