Happy new year :)

Quaint phrases

Typed from

Quaint chairs,

Piles of

Dust-laden files

Moving at snail-pace

In frail old hands,

Such impressions

Roaring in mind,

Steps,

Unsure,

Unsteady

Led me to

The corridors,

Where I now put in

Precious hours

Struggling with

Cliché lines

In a not-so-cliché profile.

A year has passed.

Hurriedly though.

And I am still

Making sense of it all.

I falter, stumble

And stutter

(On my flat shoes)

Through the routine

And conventional

And

Unconventional too (at times).

I

Have

Lasted a year

Learning

And picking up,

The reality

So different

And so much better

Than

Impressions

I carried.

Linking with Trifecta : Week 110 : Quaint

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