by Kavita

Loaded with questions
Packing doubts
Hand-in-hand with beloved
I’m moving a house,
Making a new home.

Where will I be,
What will be my dreams.
Will there be fulfillment?
Probably, it seems.

In the air are thoughts
Up above are clouds
It will all clear up in days to come,
And I will find a new self in crowds.

Good, bad, ugly who knows
Different it will be, that much I know.