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  • Campfire – poem

    This is a poem about how someone feels when they have found a group of people they can trust. A group of people whom they can rely upon, and never let go. A group of people who will be happy for them, and make them feel safe.

    CAMPFIRE

    The fire lit up everyone’s faces as they grinned at me
    Laughing at an anecdote I barely remembered
    Their eyes glinting with genuine joy reminding me that I was not alone
    I was among different people who cared about me
    And wouldn’t leave me stranded in a desert left to stare at the stars

    The fireflies buzzed and wove around us
    Almost binding us with invisible energy
    And calling fate and destiny and all superstitious beings to look upon us
    Since we were tightly knitted and would never let another fall

    A couple of us gathered around blazing sparks
    Not knowing where life would take us but knowing that we were together at the moment
    Lying in an atmosphere of unspoken promises
    Having the time of our lives and enjoying friendship

    For a moment I took a step back and looked at life
    Looked at smiles and animated talking
    Looked at the dancing and toasts
    And though not participating in conversation
    Felt truly included

    And I knew that whatever happened
    We would still be together
    And everything would still be okay
    Even if we did fall apart, we’d heal

    This is who we were, the ones who stuck close and had each other’s backs
    We found happiness in every place we could
    And enjoyed the thrill of life

    We were there because we wanted to be there for one another
    We weren’t obliged to sing around a campfire
    We did it because we were true to ourselves
    And we would always be.

    Written by
    Milomi.

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

  • Shred – poem

    I remember you giving me
    A tiny shred of your life
    And making me promise
    I would keep it safe
    And never let it get lost in the wind

    You packed everything you owned
    And set out to ‘explore’
    Leaving me behind
    Without any hint of your intentions
    Except for the crude note you left

    I should have known
    That you never kept promises
    But I tried to keep mine
    For reasons unknown to me

    I went out to the sea
    And watched the wind blow and tempt me
    To open the jar and hurl your shred
    Into the gusts that howled
    And made me want to howl out loud

    But I knew it
    You were never coming back
    You probably were settled and happy
    And have forgotten about me
    I was an obstacle in your path
    And you stepped on me
    And I was bruised

    So I threw your shred into the winds
    And watched as nothing happened
    Ignoring the prayer that a part of mind insisted on saying
    And making a note
    To never let myself fall like this
    Ever again.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • The Magician

    The Magician hides his secrets
    Refusing requests
    Not heeding constant pleas
    Turning his back upon his audience
    Who wish to know how he had warped reality

    The final bow on stage
    Is greeted by the silence of being spellbound
    And a thundering applause
    But the Magician is ushered away
    And he disappears
    Before the crowd gets any idea of where he vanished
    Lest they corner him
    And force him to reveal his secrets

    The audience must know
    How a human
    Can perform such feats
    How a human
    Can make reality seem like an illusion
    And get away with it

    How can a human hide the entirety of the hour
    Under his sleeve
    And call it a day
    After making jaws drop
    And hearts pound

    Still, the Magician’s tricks and charms
    Will die with him
    For despite his wants to reveal himself
    He must be concealed
    Else he might fall.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/-irUwCt0Jik

  • Darkness – poem

    I looked around myself
    But it was as if I was blinded
    By a supreme force
    Who had stolen all my senses
    And left me with emptiness to ponder upon

    My mind was falling apart
    I cradled the last few pieces left
    In the puzzle of my brain

    I tried to sew myself together
    With used thread and a blunt needle
    In an attempt to gather sanity
    But each stitch tore me apart even more

    An invisible hand reached inside me
    And pulled my heart out
    I fell to the ground
    Gaping at the hole in my chest
    That reminded me I was mortal

    I would not live
    Not after falling
    I could not live
    Not after failing

    I grasped the empty air
    In hopes to find a hand
    That could help me up
    But the hope slipped through my fingers
    And poison took aim

    I still squint my eyes
    To scour the path
    Searching for help that would never come
    Fearing the unknown that was bound to follow
    And finally giving in to the darkness

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/NmPpz1jA_JE

  • Relief

    We start everyday holding on. We hold on to our loved ones to make sure they don’t leave. We hold on to the world to make sure we don’t miss it. We hold on to ourselves so we don’t fall. We juggle our tasks and go on to the next puzzle of life.

    Sometimes our hands are sore from holding on. Our bodies ache from constant pressure. We want to let go of everything, even if it is for a minute, to rest. We do that. We flop onto the bed and stare at the ceiling, feeling all worries slip away.

    Sometimes we push ourselves. We don’t heed our tiredness, or the need for sleep. We struggle and make our way through the maze. We do everything that can be done. And we don’t stop, we never rest. We feel like stopping, but we are attracted to more commitments and we wind up on our feet at all times.

    Sometimes we don’t know what to hold on to. Everything we need in not in our reach. Everything we have is to heavy to hold on to. We look around helplessly, unsure of what to let go of to reach what we need. We trudge through life and finally find something stable to hold on to. We hold on tightly, and when we let go we don’t feel relieved. We feel pain.

    Everyday, we are being handed things to hold on to. We are making promises, and nodding at everything. We don’t fully comprehend what goes on but we go with it. We don’t know what pain is, or what relief is. But the day we do come to know, we feel like letting go. And we never can.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/Z-4kOr93RCI

  • Petals – poem

    I saw a petal drift down to the ground
    I bent and picked it up
    It was tiny, almost insignificant
    It wasn’t as fancy
    Or as coloured
    As the flower who birthed it

    It had fallen
    And I had pityingly picked it up
    Not heeding the fact
    That it needed to be mended
    After falling

    It had lost all radiance
    It didn’t bloom
    It sat in my palm in gloom

    My touch wrinkled it more
    It hadn’t survived the fall
    How would it survive the aftermath?

    How can a petal be revived
    If it falls apart at help
    And refuses to pull itself together
    To be healed
    And looked at

    How can something be fixed
    After almost being stepped upon
    Then rescued by a hand covered in mud
    Then treated as a flower and not petal
    Expected to be strong
    After openly failing to be so?

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/E5WGPoPit0w

  • Sparks – poem

    Flints are struck
    In hope of warmth
    Hands are worn out
    And blackened by dirt

    Cold winds are welcomed
    But the door to our hearts remains shut
    We pray for the last time
    And give it another shot

    Flints are thrown away in frustration
    Dusk is greeted
    Clothes are adopted as blankets
    But the wind doesn’t heed fear

    We tear out our heads
    And gather the discarded flints
    Strike them together in different ways
    To find the spark

    Flints don’t respond
    Stars begin to twinkle in
    Breaths are let in and out
    But the stones are not lit

    One last time, one last promise
    One last hope before it’s snuffed out by the wind
    We strike the flints together
    And we see the first spark

    Joy replaces disappointment
    Relief replaces tension
    Sighs replace groans
    Warmth replaces chills.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/XOQJa4OC8P0

  • The Storm

    Over the mountains, and away, sometimes we see a storm approaching. We stock up on joy, happiness and candles in case the light goes out. We pray the grey clouds leave us alone, and yearn for sunshine. We hold hands and hope for the best.

    Sometimes, the storm decides to come our way. We push our hair out of our eyes as we hastily close all doors and windows. We focus on the present and shut out everything else. All the problems, worries, questions that are an itch in the back of our minds.

    We know that the sun is going to come, it’s on its way. But we act as if it won’t ever shine on earth ever again. We take all steps, we go full out. We brace ourselves for the unimaginable, because there is no way this storm is the worst. Something worse will come along the way, it will.

    We do everything, and wipe the sweat off our foreheads time and again. We learn to live with the storm, laughing and crying. We adopt that harsh reality.

    But the storm disappears the next day. Everything we’ve been depending on has vanished. The storm, that we came to love, turned his back on us and gave us a break from thunder.

    Some of us will accept the storm has passed. Some of us will swell with pride and narrate the storm’s stories. And the rest of us will miss the storm, till we experience his wrath again.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/L4-16dmZ-1c

  • Fall – poem

    I thought that I could climb a mountain
    That I could overcome everything
    That I would reach my summit
    And look out at the world
    Beaming and gushing
    And happy

    I thought I could do anything
    So I tried
    I took the chance
    I stood and ignored the rocks that I stumbled upon

    I did not heed the avalanche of boulders
    That greeted me in all goodness
    I did not see the obvious future
    And regarded the winding paths
    As a clear road

    I thought bandages would appear magically
    And heal myself
    And cease the bleeding
    I thought everything would happen
    I never knew I would fall

    I never dreamed of slipping
    And tripping
    And running out of breath
    And having to hold on
    To the cliff
    In hopes of not falling

    And my fingers are worn out
    And calloused
    They might let go
    And I know I’ll be falling

    Will it feel like a roller coaster
    Or will I lose consciousness
    Is this what it feels like to be a bird
    Is this what it feels like to fall?

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Will we? – poem

    Will we ever look back

    And regret life

    And cry at the past

    Or will we be forgotten

    Will love be a fable

    Told excitingly around a fire

    Will we be remembered

    Will someone tell our story?

    Will we pass life

    As merely a spectator

    And not be big enough

    To be the asteroid that creates an impact

    Will we find something new

    To go after and chase

    To narrate to our children

    Once today is over

    Will there be anything left to say

    And do

    And try

    And be

    Once we run out of ideas

    Will creation be eternal?

    Or will we run out of material

    To rave about

    And build

    Will we fall

    Or will we act as ghosts of mankind

    Will we cross that boundary

    That separates dreams and reality

    And be the asteroid ourselves.

    Written by

    Milomi.