Puzzle.

By Ishaan.

I am a culmination of the people,
I have met. some,
unfathomed encounters, most –
thoroughly planned.
each, leaving their own mark:
some – scratches on my favourite watch,
others – transient imprints on sand.

my character is, but an eclectic assimilation,
of rhapsodic emotions:
that to me – they have bared,
that with me – they have shared.

fits, misfits and re-fits that almost seem to fit, but don’t.
i have faced it all.
though rights, wrongs and the uncertain middle,
i have made my judgment call.

sometimes I fit perfectly,
with ancillary pieces, yet –
in the bigger whole, I don’t belong.
so i detach and reattach,
until I find that right fit,
that place in the puzzle, for which –
I have always longed.

sometimes, in unthought jest, one
flips the board, leaving me –
in a mess. I dreaded,
having to starting over,
but in retrospect –
maybe I would confess:
it really is true, what they said –
everything that happens, always does for the best.