Poetry for Peace - Where I Return

Where I Return 
by Nidhi Chouhan

But laugh as we speak,
for it’s not about where I come from,
nor where I shall go.
It’s about this, the brushstroke of now,
this moment of making.

On my deathbed, if this be now,
I am content.
For trials taught me the little graces,
love, understanding, the art of giving,
the breath of receiving.

I have wept and thirsted for the innermist,
and through it, I helped others win.
I lost some,
maybe a chapter’s close,
maybe a rebirth.

What’s this secret to newfound joy?
Anchor in thy true self.
And one cheat tip,
when the beacon appears in flesh, hold tight.

Now that I’ve gone,
the music isn’t over,
it’s just silence that finally sang.

Seven ages, seven stillnesses.
I seek no more.
I want no more.
Every desire packed for the next journey.
Divine’s my friend.