Nothing I write takes a meaning A fog is the only thing we seeing The chain of rhymes is deceiving I wonder if you read my grieving
Since you left, my pages are all blank I write nothing and memories will stand Words do come but they can’t land My heart echoes and my mind is mad
The rain did come but it can’t even pour My longing heart is now one of gold I wonder where you went now to hide Is it by the moon or the clouds in sky
When I stand by that hill we used to like I could see your town, one you told is mine I wonder if I have just once tried I won’t be standing here, hearing their lies
I am lonely now, just like my moon I wish you will come back home soon As words and I were friends in every doom Now I count on time and wait till next moon
Hi dear readers! This is a poem I wrote about how human actions done in the present can impact the future generations. Those tiny tiny actions that we give a blind eye to are those actions that will have a huge impact on our Earth’s future. Earth is our only home and it is our shared responsibility to take care of it ♥️
I have never known anyone like you To remind me there is still beauty to be lived You had bought me once to tears When you asked me ‘Why don’t you feel?”
We would’ve been the best of friends If I have known you a little bit more But then the world came crashing down And the viruses had their stroll
I said I would never write about us But now I miss you the most When I see friends all around me And think about the ones I lost
I know you must have new friends now And your sisters must be now all grown We don’t talk anymore but That don’t mean our friendship is gone
Do you still think about me when Someone talk about the colour red And how we strolled through the gardens And sang during classes instead
If you ever want a friend then Remember you always have a friend in me I hope on some of your tranquil moments It would be my face that you’d see
Hi dears, how are you all doing? I was a bit busy with many obligations of my life that I was not able to post anything for a long time. This is a poem that I wrote about how we compare ourselves to others without actually knowing the reality of things. Remember the grass always looks greener on the other side but it is rarely true. I hope you would like it ♥️
I would sit here forever, if I could go back to the childhood I had lost To the little joys that were heaven and the ones that haunted like ghosts I would go back again and be unaware of the injustices our world host But this dream I would never fulfil and so I throw it by the rocks
I wish to view the world again, my innocence will be my dock A little girl can keep her sadness hidden, smile will be my cloak I shall never wonder about the time or the many looming clocks I would just go on slowly and slowly away with the worldly flow
I used to make paper aeroplanes and fly them high but not up to the sky When misery came to knock at my door, I used to silently cry Nothing pained me more than saying momentary goodbyes To those I loved dearly and the ones I would never see another time
I still remember the days when everything was gold and nice When everything you wished for came with no price When everything you wanted was happiness and good smiles If I could get my childhood again I will walk miles and miles
I want back those days when the Russian tales shaped my world When my grandma’s soft voice telling tales was the only thing I heard Those days when I picked up the old dusty books and the pages turned Words were my best friends and taught me everything I learned
It was a cloudy day and the sun had long since dissappeared. Me and my best friend decided to have a car ride to the beach. We loved beaches so much and was excited when my cousins who had just arrived from London, two days back offered to come with us. Issac and Annette were twins who displayed outrageous behaviour in my grandma’s sense of words but we did not turn down their wish to accompany us. Hence we got into our car with my best friend offering to drive this time.
The twins eagerly took the seat behind us and promised to behave to our grandma who expressed deep concern. As the music from the radio blasted Issac and Annette started to sing with it and I decided to look out the window and find joy in the sightseeing unlike my friend who decided to grumble about it.
My grandma lived in a countryside and riding through countrysides always gave immense peace to my mind. And it was not just me who shared the thought but even Issac and Annette took the joy to stop their singing once in a while and remark with ‘ooooh’ and ‘Wows’ to everything they spotted in the countryside.
During this time, I took joy in watching the cloudy sky washing away any signs of rain and it was then that I was suddenly called away from the sky to look at a lady nobly dressed in a polka dot dress. The lady was wearing a huge hat that I could not see her face. When I passed her by I thought how there were about no chances I would ever met her again and how maybe I would never see the face behind that hat, like ever. This made me wonder about the uncertanity and mystery that surrounds life itself like a cloak. This was the very thought I pondered over in my mind till me, my friend and my little cousins reached the beach.
Hi, readers! How are you all doing? This is the first time I am trying my hands at creative non-fiction. I would really like to hear what you think about it in the comments below and also tell me have you ever had such sudden moments when the reality of the world around you came tumbling upon you? See you again in my next post ♥️
Card board people make their way to me And tell me about their lovely life About how they’re everything I never will be Their words come as draggers and knife I wonder, how they are always so happy and free When I am in pain and another plight Their life is like this row of paper trees Cut out fine but are they ever alive
I walk back home with a wretched mind Thinking about everything I never will have Card board people is one of their kind To make me feel like a nothing in the sand Their worlds are something I won’t find Somewhere I would never land I think so and in sleep I would cry And wish for things I wanted so hard
Now I stay away from card board people And their ‘make you feel bitter’ wand I don’t want them again to peep in To my life and make me feel all so sad
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