Stepping Out...

I remember those days

When everything seemed hopeless inside out.

The awful intramural time, they say!

Every morning came up with a new nightmare as if its only motive was to debilitate me.

When there was no space for me inside, I used to step out.

Out to hide me from my own thoughts.

Step out in the places which had none of my dreadful traces.

Step out to let go of all those grudges that I'd kept holding onto.

Step out to wipe out my past and paint the canvas again with bright colors now!

No sooner than I found that I was able to manifest the other colors of life.

Because life is much more beautiful than the things we keep holding on to.

Step out and Live out.