Sometimes it was the small things,
That we dreamed for, planned for,
But life turned up with greater things,
Than we desired for, prepared for.

There comes this vague, little void,
From uncomfortable…in deserving,
From yearning…for the undesirable,
There comes the nemesis of hope.

One no more knows what fits into,
Qualities of dreams, hopes, life.
Comfortable of all that was the past,
Unsure of present, anxious of future.

And we kind of let go the reins of life,
Let it gallop unrestrained to pastures,
There we may sometimes encounter,
Innocence, freedom, child like hope.

There know that life has come full circle .

Shashikala Sasidharan
March 14 / 2017

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About Shashikala Sasidharan Elambakkattu

Shashikala S. is Post Doctoral Research Fellow at Rutgers University, USA working on developmental genetic and cellbiology. She has a doctorate in Proteomics and Cell Biology (Bio-technology) from Rajiv Gandhi Centre of Biotechnology (DBT), INDIA. And is actively involved with academic research, but poetry and painting are her passion. She writes on the realms of cosmic spirituality,nature's mysticism and egalitarian philosophy. Her poems have been published Kannur University Magazine, Tellicherry, Kerala and in anthologies 'Resonance" by "Poets Artists Unplugged" and "Across The Way" and at https://www.facebook.com/shashikalapoemsandthoughts/

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