Varnika Jain/Moonlighting Scrivener
She didn’t realise it at first,
The subtle changes in her life.
Then they crept into her writings,
Bleeding out through words.
Only then did she look,
As the fluttering pages of her diary
Told her story,
The journey that she’d traveled
In beautifully crafted metaphors.
From desolation to creation,
From misery to hope
From heartbreak to cherishment,
It was all penned down
Like legendary tales of yore.
How a girl’s path meandered
Through treacherous terrains,
As she tried her best
To maneuver her way
Out of murderous ravines
And unwelcoming valleys
Overcast with dark grey clouds of loss.
How the sun’s rays slivered through
And the birds soared again.
How in the ensuing daylight
She stumbled upon
A young master of all trades
Who’s skilful manning of oars
Cut through the choppy waters
Delivering her ship ashore.
Who then built her a place of shelter
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