Am I ready for the change?

As the D-day(24th june-when i leave delhi for MICA) finally draws closer, the fits of philosophical paranoia with life beseech me with even greater intensity that might put the wrath of Tsunami to shame!
Well not a real uncommon phenomenon with me to go deep down in my reams of reverie, but the seriousness and magnitude of significance they behold this time in terms of impact on the pulchritude of my future makes these thoughts to be paid a little attention to in my conciousness. (yah i dont call my state of sombre reverie "concious" for the reasons better kept under the carpet for the risk of me being pelted with the tag of insanity that i undoubtedly deserve).
I can comfortably say that i have made "a decsion" in the immediate past that was tough to the extent of being uncomfortable, concerning the dramatic swing in my career that it would enforce.
But once the decision to follow the road (or the rail tracks in my case) to MICA was taken ... everything started to look pretty easy,pretty rosy,pretty pretty in a flash!
When i say rosy.. it means the flowers smelt nice, the comedy serials actually made me laugh, Ash looked prettier, the friends were kind and kinder were the foes...blah blah..
in short( yes! i too can cut it out and at times be short!)it also means that there was certain pressure (that must have broken all barometers of the world) on my "shoulders" (heads, eyelids, fingers, nails....ok don frwon,so u get it)that seemed suddenly to evaporate. jus "disappeared in thin air".
So rosy was the world with me pretty cindrella having a dreamrun in it UNTIL....(ok no attempts to b dramatic)......until the repeat happened. repeat of what?
well wat else ...repeat of my bouts of cerebral excercise ( my dad calls me a compulsive thinker)...
so here I am, this is me .....there is nothing else in the world that i'd rather think and see


MICA is a big change, a change that,for a change, I am looking forward to,BUT..

AM I READY FOR THE CHANGE?


The senses curl the nerves into knots,
As the days inch closer and the nights crawl by.
Time takes a ride on the train of thoughts,
As the sun cruises the arch of the sky.
Thoughts that implore me through their range,
Am I ready for the change?


Vision sieves images eidetic,
not of the bygone but what waits ahead.
The dynamism of the world goes static,
as I see through the road I m to tread.
Images that ask me a question strange,
Am i ready for the change?


Winning the battle of life is not my concern
for the life shall be no battle for me
It shall teach me to unlearn and learn
Not to be "fought" but "lived" with rectitude as I see
the decisions that beckon my instincts to say
yes indeed I am ready for the change