100 Days Challenge

I am tired of writing

Heartbroken poems,

no one gives a damn about.

I am tired of thinking of someone,

who has no idea,

of my pain stained notebook.

I see more tears in my journal,

than in my eyes.

I am tired of dedicating,

my talent and time,

to a hopeless past.

So here I picked

another notebook.

and on the first page,

I promised to make it look

better, happier and hopeful.

No more breakups with friends,

no mention of lonely nights,

even if they come,

I won’t mention.

it is a challenge for both of us,

a challenge of 100 happy days.

to count the blessings and

not be thankless for this priceless life.

A challenge of hopeful tomorrows,

so that tomorrow when someone

flips through my journal,

knowingly or unknowingly,

he/she can lend some smiles from me,

some hopes from the pages.

Trying a new spice in life,

adapting a new habit,

adding a new color,

Aren't we all results of

trial and error?