Praising the Assassinating Provocations

As the nib of my pen begins to run wild on the blank paper 
And thoughts come gushing to my conscience, calling to be set free into space
It feels like I've been devoid of my own self for too long
And it calms me down to have found my way through the mystifyingly infinite maze of diabolic charms.

I've returned triumphant from the prolonged battle
Conquering desolation, deceit and destiny.
I've been bent and broken, certainly
But their hammers have carved me into better shape.

So I move on and about now, to build myself a home 
In this space where I belong 
Away from the realms of treacherous commitment 
A small beautiful home large enough to be filled in with devoted vision, pious affection and radiant desires.

It's almost celestial to embark on this journey
To trod the path enlightened with aspirations 
To allow the arms of the clock to wipe of the scars 
For triumph indeed is in learning from defeat.

I am walking myself into blooming tomorrows
Walking ahead of the worn out yesterdays.
I start off to build the residence of my resurrected effervescence
While praising the assassinating provocations that continued to bring me to life.

– Divya Rathi