Ascent – Delhi Poetry Slam

Ascent

By Vidushi Bhardwaj

you don't grow up on your

birthdays

You grow within the

crevices

Of time ,of space ,of life

You can find parts of

growth

Like pieces of a greater

puzzle

Scattered across every

moment

They would tell

You grow up a little in

love

And out of love

With friends

And without friends

With laughter

And on the days you don't

find it

They would claim that

You grow up a sliver more

When you find an old

memory

Tucked away in the back

of your mind

Or stumble onto your

favourite band

From high school again

They would force You to

grow up

when you hear the clock

ticking

And really really hear it

When you look in the

mirror

And find new

lines ,nestled among the

old

they would tell you that

The world doesnt owe

you anything

You ,honey ...

You tell them that

'i owe myself everything

You, honey ..

Yes , you

You owe yourself

everything


3 comments

  • You write with such Elegance…its beautiful

    Apeksha Rathi
  • This made me smile today. Beautifully written V. Like always.

    Sim
  • Beautiful poem. Yes we owe ourselves to live every bit fully.

    Prekshy

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