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  • Simplicity -poem

    This is a poem about how life is simple sometimes. It is undiscovered and unexpected. It is like the sun – too bright to look at. But its rays reach all whether or not they like it. The sun can make one tired as well as give one warmth. Life can be good as well as bad. However if we try too hard to be in the sun, clouds are going to hide the sun from us. And life’s simplicity hides us from life.

    Life is bright enough
    To blind
    Simple enough to complicate
    It is radiant, vibrant, young, cruel
    And then there is us
    We try to live life
    But life is too great
    With too many paths
    To let us through.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: http://getwallpapers.com/collection/sun-and-moon-desktop-wallpaper

  • Sounds Unheard – poem

    Am I the only one
    Who hears sounds
    That no one can
    Upon which everyone shrugs

    Am I the only one
    Hearing imaginary rackets
    The ghosts sob in their sleep
    The dead begging for life

    I hear voices out loud
    When I am all alone
    Doors are slamming
    In an empty house

    Wood is creaking
    Without my touch
    Shouts between people
    That I can hear through glares

    Music is erupting
    Without sound and cue
    Dance in silence
    Is somehow the loudest

    Everyone is screaming
    Inside themselves
    Silently screaming
    But I seem to hear it.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://quotefancy.com/quote/2320/John-Keats-Heard-melodies-are-sweet-but-those-unheard-are-sweeter

  • Chaos

    Nobody can stand chaos. As soon as chaos begins, we take charge. This must happen here and that must happen there. We think we can live a better life with everything in place- organised. A detailed painting of Venice makes more sense than a flurry of colours splashed across the canvas – signifying life.

    It is true that nobody can work with chaos. I support that. But what if we are missing out on chaos? What if life is chaos and instead of flowing along we try to shape it?

    Chaos is like a river flowing downstream. It rushes down harshly and swiftly. One cannot go upstream. One cannot cross the river. One cannot put up rocks to slow it down. One must simply let the river guide them.

    We often think that life is a maze. It is not. It is a calm chaos. It brings pressure and havoc. Its thoughts are tangled to form life. But the secret to living is to give in to life and to trust life. And unless we realise this we will keep on pushing against the current in vain.

    Written by

    Milomi.

    Image source: https://www.tripadvisor.com/LocationPhotoDirectLink-g181749-d2207138-i123556735-Rushing_River_Provincial_Park-Kenora_Kenora_District_Ontario.html

  • Still Searching – poem

    This is a poem about how we are still finding ourselves in this chaos. We look past every place we remember, every place mapped, yet we seem to have lost track of ourselves, and maybe our death.

    STILL SEARCHING

    I went through the whole city
    Trying to find myself
    Trying to hear a call calling me
    That was probably too soft to hear

    I scoured the skies for my constellation
    Watched sand falling from my hands
    Trying to find the right grain
    Where I belonged, who I was

    Running from place to place
    Sometimes I heard a whisper
    Too soft to pursue
    Too heartless to pour my heart into

    Sometimes I heard a taunt
    But I backed away
    To find a ghost of its sound
    Following my steps

    And sometimes it is scary
    How rapidly the day breaks
    How the sun sets like hope extinguishing
    And how he expects to ignite hope again

    Expectations are always brewing
    But they cannot be fulfilled
    Until my search for me is complete
    And I can live life again

    Sometimes I hear a voice
    Telling me where I hide
    And I almost find me
    Till I lose me

    And I am torn into shreds
    And pieces and bits and shards
    And finally into dust
    Lost in the winds of life.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: http://hdqwalls.com/astronaut-lost-in-space-wallpaper

  • Want A World -poem

    This is a poem about a world I dream of, which if real would be a miracle. There are a million worlds I want at the same time – which I can’t get. But even then, I have this one dream that sums up for the million ones in my head.

    WANT A WORLD

    There is this world
    Too far away for my hands
    To hold, to grasp
    Too far away for my head
    To wander, to ponder over
    Too far away for life
    To live

    It is a world
    Where I can see the sun
    Where the clouds are not grey
    Where nobody is
    Where the world is truly coloured
    And where we can see it so

    It is a world
    Where the buildings are flattened
    So I can see the horizon
    Where the rules bend
    So I can see life
    Where nothing is right and nothing is wrong
    So that I can see a heaven on earth

    It is a world
    Where love is not kisses or cuddles
    But where love is sacrifice
    Where death falls at love’s feet
    For death cannot break love
    But death is inevitable
    And love understands that
    And can let go
    But will go too

    It is a world
    That you may not understand
    But that is its beauty
    It is misshapen and ragged, almost ugly
    But I have to shield myself from its beauty
    Such is life.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    image source: https://wallpapers.mi9.com/wallpaper/stargate-worlds-wallpapers_12337/

  • Clouds Are Drifting Past -poem

    Clouds are drifting past me

    Each one a broken dream

    Each one just a shadow

    Of what it could have been

    Each one a painful memory

    Each one of snuffed out hope

    Each one bleeds blood through me

    Each one I cannot cope

    Yet as the wind takes some rest

    Some clouds are slowing down

    Like they’ve found some purpose

    They’re too many, I can’t count

    Like they’ve found some stable ground

    Some hope to build up on

    Broken dreams are slowly healing

    Midnight is fading for dawn

    Clouds are always drifting past me

    Some stop to say goodbye

    But try to stop them and tell them please

    That there is never a goodbye.

    Written by

    Milomi.

    Image source: https://wallup.net/clouds-134/

  • Dreams Disappear

    There are moments in life when we feel like giving up. And we have good reasons too. Sometimes life just seems to crumble into pieces that can never be pieced again. Sometimes the roads of life are covered with shards of glass, but there is no way around except through. And that is when our hope just seems to disappear. All all dreams fade to dust – never to be seen again.

    And it happens to everyone. There is this stage in life when nothing seems to work. It is more like a challenge life throws our way. At this moment people usually want to just surrender to life and beg for peace. But is there something like peace? Is there a moment in life when everything, everyone is at peace?

    Dreams are going to disappear and life is going to crumble and you are going to fail. But failure is what makes you learn. We will make mistakes and maybe our journey will be everlasting. But that does’t mean we don’t try again. We will keep on falling. We will bleed and bruise and be wounded. But that mean we give up? Does that mean we accept defeat?

    Everything will fall down, but why don’t we build the castle again? What have we to lose? We came into this life empty handed and we will return like that too. So what stops us from getting up and crossing the floor laden with sharp shards? What stops us when we have nothing to lose in life?

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=987815

  • Conscious -poem

    As everything is happening

    As life is living itself

    And as I am living life

    I never am present

    I might be standing somewhere

    But my mind wanders beyond life

    My mind wanders over questions

    I would dare to ask life

    There is never really a now

    As today becomes yesterday

    Tomorrow becomes today

    And yesterday is a memory

    The paths of life keep on tangling

    And shifting and changing

    That it is impossible to pursue only one

    For every few steps there is this new path

    That meets mine and crosses mine

    That I am tempted to walk on

    Tempted to follow

    But that is never attempted

    Time is lost when I ponder over decisions

    But then is there a time?

    When all time does is crawl

    And sprint away in seconds

    The very notion of life is confusing

    Will the paths of life have an end

    Will the journey lead to a destination

    Will life lead to death

    And will I live death?

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • The Sun Is A Star -poem

    Many of us mistaken life for something that it is not. We think that we are the sun in our life. We think that everything that happens is about us. We never seem to notice the other details in life that are the most important. This is a poem I wrote about how the sun is a star. And how there are stars shining brighter than the sun.

    THE SUN IS A STAR

    We are not suns

    We might not even be planets

    In this mighty cosmos

    Which is the sun

    And we revolve around it

    We are merely stars

    Lost in this chaos

    In this havoc

    And everyone else is trying to find their star

    Their orbit

    We are still trying to figure out

    Whom to bump into

    Whom to steer away from

    How to shine

    We cannot realise that we are still young

    We do not know

    We are not the sun

    But we must find our sun

    And if our youth runs out

    And we become the sun

    We must realise that there are stars

    There are stars shining brighter than the sun.

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • How Monsters Die – poem

    Monsters are the worst omen

    They have a part to play

    They have a story to ruin

    They have lives to end

    And are ended by heroes

    They can never live

    It is almost like a crime to let them live

    And the hero can never die

    It wouldn’t be a story

    But no one notices the monster

    The pain he goes through

    No one notices the fear in his eyes

    As he walks towards his doom

    No one notices his broken heart

    Under his broken armour

    No one notices he has his own story

    Which will never be told

    No one notices the memories he gulps

    The tears he sheds

    The dreams he throws up

    The pain he bears

    His life that is torn

    He is just shunned away

    And snuffed out like a candle

    Extinguished forever

    For that is how stories are

    Heroes gain victory

    And all the monsters die.

    Written by

    Milomi.