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
She gathered up thorns, from her past And carried it while the breeze sang She walked and walked, oh so fast Till she reached her den to a dance so grand
Her home was small but a weary nest Away from sadness and pain and dread In her home, the little girl would rest Then to sleep and to dreamlands she led
Her mind was filled with daydreams grand Of happiness and joy, and mythical lands And how she would be the queen herself When the time had come and misery fled
She made sand castles with her thoughts And when the waves lashed up, they were gone Poor little girl cried in vain and then hope Never to regain her sand castles all lost
Her dreamlands turned dry and then were gone To where the little girl would never ever follow She cried and heard her none but a few She cried for wishes, she wanted to be true
A garden of lost thoughts, I now guard They want to get out and it is so hard To keep them down and call them unsmart To pretend I hate them and cry at last
I try to hold them but away they dart To a place where pretence could not last I cage them so they won’t have to start A story of something lost in the past
Pictures of happiness they draw in my mind When world bides for the cruel and unkind Footsteps of a time when I tainted my side And fled from good and told many lies
These thoughts roam my streets all tied They jump and dance but they won’t rhyme If I let them out, they walk me back in time To days when I was hurt and said I’m fine
I have long since forgotten who I was And the tales of the old that kept me smart The bridges made for me by loving hands The one that is broken and buried in sand
I walk back the land to search for the lost Everything that was me that is now all tossed To a death so quick and a mystery not old A box made so tiny and hard to hold
I walk on the waters to feel the new breeze That has kept me awake on nights and still it freeze My mind so young but harden by the tease That has aged like those ancient trees
The life I have jumped into wasn’t right for me It screams and echoes like a turning sea I escaped its grasp but not long to see The hope in the corner waiting by the the trees
The sky slowly brought darkness My mind a turning sea I walked looking for a quietness But found my life too deep Leaving my homeland as war raged The dark enveloping my heart I asked, “Will this ever stop?” Silence answered me
My country turned to ashes As soldiers paraded into streets Beauty turned to blackness As bombs rang as the greets Children becoming homeless In time too short to treat My only hope in this hopeless Is that the sun still rises in the east
Away, away from your reach Resides a dream upon the breeze Held together by a wish all free Knitted from the strands of sea Angry faces I secretly see High on the clouds and above trees Looking down right at me I run from them, holding my dreams
Stones I collect and watch all day Wishing a pearl to come my way Months do pass and nothing change My little dream run wild and stray I nurture plants and wish flowers to stay But like a promise they wither away I wish to dance and feel wind’s play On my face and upon earth’s wide plain
Wander and wander I trulywill And run away from their unsure grip Upon me and hundred who had hoped To win one day and had eventually stopped So I decide to go on and on To where my compass takes, it is home
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