I tumbled down the grassy hill I fell upon my knees I still could see the faraway mill My locks had found their keys
I bruised my hip, I bruised my shoulder And soon it had started to bleed But after many years, when I was older I had learned to never take heed
Of the places that brought me hurt Of the pain I invited For I had to be alert Of the world I had lighted
I was forced to forget everything And embrace the unknown And I learned to start running While blinded, on my own
I learned that silence is louder than ever That the world is never still That to succeed, one has to be clever The day I tumbled down the hill
I found joy in the darkest places I found life where the dead roamed around Along my road, found many faces Along my road, heard many a sound
Everything was out of my reach But I knew that I was going to take the risk For what else would I teach and preach If I didn’t know what was behind the mist?
I have a story now, that I can tell For I tumbled down the hill And sometime in future, upon this I’ll dwell While I fall, against my will.
This is a poem about a person who is angry at another person. A person who wants to go back to safety, but knows he can’t. A person who wants to change everything, but never will.
DON’T
Don’t treat me like I am glass And that I might break Any second If you let me go
Don’t tell me what to do I already know Don’t give me your flashlight And assure me That it is better than mine And that it shines brighter
Don’t act like you know what I want Because you don’t Don’t make me remember What happened yesterday And what might happen tomorrow Because I don’t want to know
I don’t want to listen To your endless stream of banter Mixed with anger And naive thoughts And confusion
I don’t want to wake up And see the sun glaring at me Much like life
Because nothing happens the way I hope it to be Nothing falls in place
I have a puzzle We all do But none of the pieces fit And nothing is distinct And we all end up discarding the pieces
But who would have known That I have your pieces And you have mine And who would have thought That in a way you complete me
And maybe we should have tried But nothing works out And in the end, I’d be left With nothing more Nothing less Than I had started out with
So don’t walk up to me And ask me why Everything is the way it is Because I wouldn’t know.
Long ago, there was a secret. And it was well protected by everyone in the town. Nobody dared to breath a word about the secret to anyone. It was like a taboo, not at all brought up by anyone, yet known quite well.
Sara and John were both part of this town, but they made a mistake. They told someone their secret. They broke the oath of trust and loyalty. They had betrayed their own kind. Who knew what punishment life was going yo bring upon them.
Sara said to John,” We can’t do this anymore, John. We already told them.”
“It is not a choice, it is a decision. We don’t tell anyone.”
“They ate the last ones who spilled the secret. We have to leave, we can’t stay here,” Sara argued, her voice raising in defiance.
John knew she was right, they would have to leave. Especially after they told Sam and Alan that they were monsters.
They weren’t normal, he reminded himself. They were the descendants of the Great Evil, who had plans to destroy the world. Instead, when the Great Good found out about this, they banished him, but forgot that he had a child.
And that was what they were – the Forgotten. And they had remained like that for centuries. Nobody had found out about their twelve fingers, or their claw-like nails, or that everyone had dyed their freakishly white hair.
After keeping everything inside, they had told someone about it. Sara was right. They wouldn’t live another day once someone found out that they had betrayed the town.
It was nearing dusk, when he finally approached Sara. She didn’t ask him to speak, because the bag he was holding was enough. They packed in silence, their hands swift and deft.
It was midnight, and they stepped out of their house. Though there was curfew, it wasn’t curfew if they’d never come back. They took one last glance at their home, and they realised it wasn’t home anymore.
This was the place where they had been accepted, and now they were leaving, hopefully to someplace better. But they didn’t know that for sure.
If there was one thing that everyone had in common, it was the instinct to stay alive. To survive. And Sara and John’s bodies were pulsing with this very instinct to survive. Even if it meant them dying later. Rather die later than sooner.
It was the darkest of nights, as Sara and John made their way across the barriers of stone that were built over years. They kept on moving, even when they felt that they were going to break any second.
They never gave up and kept on going and going – farther and farther away from their childhood, their lives. They had to find another town, where nobody knew who they were.
Where nobody cared about them, or what they did. They just hoped that such a place would exist.
They hoped that they would finally find a place where they could live in peace. Where they knew that no one out there was coming for them. That no one lived in fear of them. That no one dreaded their names.
They travelled for a week, till they found another town. And they looked at each other. No one knew who they were. No one would care. This was another start. This was another chance. They should take it.
Sara and John settled there and stayed there for a few years. They lived freely. What they didn’t know was that everyone was a monster. And that they were normal.
They were human. And everything was different. But they would never know.
A moment of happiness Of joy Of peace Is always returned To former emotions
Nothing stays the same And we will keep on moving In our own rotating galaxy Of problems And solutions
We will keep on bumping Older memories And maybe not sparing them another turn of our heads And we might just move on From love to find it again
We still lie under the notion That everything will be alright But there is a whole world Outside the small den We built for ourselves
Yet sometimes Things go back to the way they were But this time they are Bathed in bitter and cruel irony Mocking us
And when things go back When we remember What was What happened Nostalgia floods, almost overflowing
Replaced by longing And soon anger But nothing can be done Nothing can turn the stones that are turned already Nothing can change anything
Yet we try sometimes And we watch ourselves Burn with the fire of failure And we are made to watch the tears As they cascade down
And so every time a prayer is sent up Maybe it is heard Maybe it is cried upon Maybe an apology comes as a reply Because nothing can stop change Or bring change back.
I was a long way from everything I was at the edge of the sea At the verge of crossing the desert But fear drew me back to where I came from And fear forced me to stay there
I writhed and raged at fear But he wouldn’t let me go He wouldn’t let me jump off a cliff And fly for a moment Before I fell
He stopped me from diving into the depths Of the ocean And losing myself there As I would watch the shark come toward me As I would see darkness blind me
I was pulled back by fear When I edged closer to the monster in me And I was back to who I was Still struggling Between my minds
But I never knew it would be tough To do something And I thought I was brave But fear made me think That I was
And so every time I see fear hovering in front of me I learnt to step back And let him do his thing But I don’t know if I still should
So one day I rose in defiance And I took the leap And I got hurt badly But somewhere amidst the pain, I sensed triumph
Everyone has a dream, or a goal, or something they want to accomplish. We have already built a future, and some of us like to go there every now and then. And we all want to work towards that future so we can call it our own.
To get there, we need a drive. We need a reason, something that will get us out of bed every morning. We need a need to chase our dreams across the globe. We need the patience to be happy with what we have, and the confidence to go searching for more.
Life gives us talents, but we need to have the tools to use them. And sometimes, we have all the tools, but we haven’t found a talent. Everyone has something they excel at, they just need to have that drive to go and discover it, and put it to its best use.
And if we can’t find a drive inside of us, we need someone there to push us. Someone to show us that there are no limits. Or see it ourselves. Because that is how we can take steps through life. Be it baby steps, be it giant steps.
Everyone needs a drive to go. To go and do what one wants to do, and eventually make it a need.
Sometimes it is a crime to think A crime to imagine Almost a crime to speak of the impossible That seems like it can be achieved In the back of our minds
Is it a crime to laugh To merely grin At something Is it a crime to shake things off And to wear a smile everyday
Is it a crime to stare off in space And wonder about what happens Is it a crime to look at a shooting star And close your eyes and make a wish And not tell it to anytone
Is it a crime to believe To believe in what may not happen To have a part of your mind Exploring the future And shaping it according to your tastes
Is it a crime to turn on the music So loud that it can be heard outside the house But it is fun to dance to And to go crazy to
Is it a crime to oversee limits at times And do what one does In the spur of the moment?
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