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Just because I’m awake doesn’t mean I can’t dream.

  • Lie Down- poem

    Do you ever lie down
    And do nothing
    Tune out the noise around you
    The ticking of time
    The traffic
    The constant conversation, both
    In the back of your head
    And going on outside.

    And let everything go
    Forget about your worries
    And the huge pile of problems
    Waiting for you at the other end of reality.

    Forget about yourself
    And everyone you know
    And bask in the moment

    To stare longingly
    At the sky that is endless
    At the clouds that morph into different figments of your imagination
    At the stars that illuminate your heart
    To forget about the world
    And just be.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/L95xDkSSuWw

  • Dazed

    There are times when you feel like there is too much. Too much to do, to experience, and not much of time. Millions of things are dumped on us, and we are expected to sift through everything.

    We feel like we’re slowly drowning and the water is pushing us down. It’s overwhelming, and we gasp and try to resurface. But it seems like the world is against us. And wants us to keep on drowning.

    It’s too much to take in at once. Too much of chaos, and havoc, and words. Beyond a point, everything starts crashing upon you. Like it all wants to crush you to pieces and nothing can stop it from doing so.

    We can barely stand up, but we are afraid of sitting. If we stop standing, we won’t be able to get up. We fight and do our best. Sometimes, we realize that letting everything go makes it a whole lot easier. Once we let go, we restart. We get another chance, a clearer path.

    Written by
    Milomi

  • Volcano- poem

    My mind is a volcano.
    My thoughts are lava: bubbling and brewing,
    Gnawing away at patience,
    Inviting the inevitable eruption.

    The volcano never sleeps because
    It keeps plotting away
    After all, fire rests for no one.
    It lives purely in the knowledge of its destruction,
    Over and over again.

    Maybe sometimes this terrible hill senses its blooming death.

    And the magma is raging
    And pushing through the throat
    And slowly throwing up this
    Hot, burning, lava.
    This chaos.

    Mania takes its time to calm.
    But intends on wrecking havoc,
    Sparing no mercy for imagination.

    It rumbles down and about
    Worrying thoughts
    If they shall be able to push this through
    And survive
    Or will they, like many before,
    Lie crumpled, ashen, grubby, and dead?

    Can everything live after this?
    Can everything mend itself
    And go back to what it was before?

    Can everything withstand this
    Again?

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/BvI2MKKCTZ4

  • Spin- poem

    I’m standing in the middle

    Of everything

    Wondering why I can’t move

    In either direction

    But the world is moving

    Threatening to topple off

    And leave me drowning

    In the midst of everything

    With nothing to hang onto

    And a ticket to darkness.

    My head is paining

    And I’m afraid it will burst

    And reveal my true colours

    But hopefully the spinning saves me

    For once

    And allows me to conceal who I am

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • Soldier – poem

    I’m not weak

    I survived the war

    I got myself shot in the shoulder

    And saw my comrades die

    In front on my eyes

    I stood by crying families

    And consoled them

    Feeling myself drown in shame

    For not being able to save them

    Don’t call me delicate

    Because I don’t break easily

    I’ve been beaten up

    And battered up

    And fallen down innumerable times

    But I don’t break easily

    I won’t break easily

    I wake up every day

    To avenge the dead

    I turn my grief into anger

    And put myself in the line of danger

    For I don’t know if I’ll be able to forgive myself

    For the countless deaths

    I’ve caused

    Don’t call me feeble

    Because the monster inside of me

    Is raging at your every word

    Your every attempt

    To belittle me

    I’m the storm who hurls chaos

    At her enemies

    And unleashes her true colours

    If provoked

    Don’t call me weak

    Because I am a force of nature

    And I can bring you down

    Without sparing any mercy

    On you.

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • Gravity- poem

    We promise we won’t fall
    We promise we won’t go down
    When we know that gravity is not on our side
    And sometimes nature itself
    Brings us down

    Gravity keeps us in place
    But sometimes pulls us down
    And tips the balance of life
    Against us

    But the stars and planets
    And invisible forces and dust
    And everything around us
    To outer space
    To things yet to be named
    Are kept in place
    Because of gravity

    Do we hate gravity
    Or do we thank gravity
    After everything that has happened

    Or do we accept the inevitable
    That gravity will always pull us down
    And we can’t work against it
    For gravity works not in spite,
    But in line with nature.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Fit

    Many times while packaging puzzles in life, a couple of pieces are misplaced. They end up in the midst of a puzzle where all of the pieces piece to form a picture, but them. We try to fit these pieces in the puzzle, in spare space. We try, but in vain.

    That piece cannot be re-shaped or painted again. It cannot be discarded and exchanged. So that piece picks itself up and goes in search for a puzzle where it can fit in. It sees many puzzles in progress, and learns a lot while searching.

    There will come a day when the piece finally finds its puzzle. It greets the rest and joins as a stranger, but is soon family. Sometimes it’s nice to be part of something bigger, it would think. It’s nice to have a place to be useful, and to help out.

    What it won’t realize is that whilst looking at all the puzzles from a distance, they all form a bigger picture. A bigger picture that only few are fortunate to see, and what it often called the truth. Alas, we can only do so much. Sometimes, it is enough that we find a picture to be part of.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/aYPtEknQmXE

  • Reason – poem

    There’s always a reason to stop

    Just make sure you find that

    Before you take the plunge

    You don’t want to regret life

    Or look back

    And think of all things

    You could have done

    When you had the chance

    You don’t want to let your heart down

    So find the reason

    Take your time

    Days, weeks, months

    Don’t rush into things that seem good

    But won’t turn out to be

    Because there’s another way

    Another path your heart can take

    And if there’s only a reason you need to find

    To go there

    Search for one.

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • Drown – poem

    The current is too strong
    And useless to fight against
    It’s useless to try and find
    The last ounce of courage one has
    When all is lost
    And nothing can be done

    I’m resigned to my fate
    As dark as it seems
    I know I will drown
    If not today, tomorrow
    Or the day after that

    It’s a ticking clock
    Mocking me
    Betting when I will fall
    And surrender to the tide
    Enveloped by the sea

    I’m trying to keep afloat
    And hang on to whatever little rock
    I can grasp
    But I can’t hang on forever
    Nature will win this war
    As it has on countless occasions

    The tiny speck that is me
    Will no longer be seen in the ocean
    Holding on for dear life
    But will be lost in the waves
    Aching to get back
    But knowing one cannot defy nature.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/-lpbnspYkJg

  • Candles

    Every year on our birthdays, we cut a cake and blow out candles to make a wish. Every year we wonder how time flies by so quickly and how the next year is already here. We forget ourselves in celebration and joy, and accept the new us the we find. We don’t realize it, but we’ve changed.

    We feel a pang of nostalgia while looking at albums, but we brush it away. We get excited when the radio plays an old song, and try to sing along. But before we begin, we catch ourselves and bottle up enthusiasm.

    We don’t get why we see sudden flashbacks, and see familiarity all around us. Nothing seems new anymore, and everything has already been explored. We try to force joy into places where it doesn’t belong. And sometimes we just fling ourselves on a bed, and wonder what’s wrong.

    At our next birthday, we smile at known faces and remember how everything was. How everything was before it changed. Before one had to think a million times before before doing something. Before everything became so complicated. We reminisce and open ourselves more every time. Till we are able to stifle a laugh and hold back a tear without falling deep into the abyss of nostalgia.

    Written by
    Milomi.