Dusk poured into the inkish grey sky,
An eagle broke out from the neighbourhood tree,
The roof top garden still glowed
From the warmth of the Autumn sun
And, I knew that this part of my life was over.
To everything that I’ve ever lost,
I give thanks for setting me free.
I’ve learnt that I shouldn’t worry about losing.
People, relationships, money.
You name it, and I’ve lost it.
I’ve made an art out of losing.
I know that time and tide won’t wait for me.
But I also know that if it’s meant to be mine,
It will come and find me on divine timing.
It will happen, if it’s right for me.
The main thing is to hurry slowly.
Don’t stop hustling, but also align.
Nothing good ever comes of hurrying.
Nothing that is mine will ever get away.