poem to my future self eeee

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(how do i get the inspiration to write poems at the randomest times?)


Dear Dishita, how have you been?
Has life been as happy as my dreams had seen?
What about the profession that you dreamed about?
Did you make our parents proud or stay in your hideout?

Do you look like what we fantasized?
Did you keep yourself satisfied?
Did you keep your promise of self-care forever,
And wait for company who respect you whatsoever?

Have you got the chance to solo trip 'round the world,
Discover cultures, traditions, and get adventures unfurled?
Were you able to make it to our dream destination,
Explore the Eiffel Tower and fulfill the manifestation?

Have you learned to enjoy both wins and loss,
To find beauty in chaos, and strength in flaws?
Do you still find time to write and to dream,
Letting your words flow like a stream?

And lastly, my future self, I hope you know,
That no matter the path, no matter the flow,
I believe in you now, and I’ll believe in you then,
You’re the hero of our story—again and again.


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