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  • Doctor On Holiday

    This is a story about an doctor who is living a normal life. She feels that she should focus on helping everyone and making people’s lives better. In doing this, she forgets to care about herself. She is almost lost, till she is brought back.

    Cara was one of the best doctors in San Francisco. She had a huge heart and she cared for everyone. She was open and talked freely with her patients which is why she was recommended by many to many.

    If you were Cara’s friend, you would be one of the luckiest people in the world. One could always trust her. She never let anyone down and hated making mistakes. She might sound like a flawless person, but she had one flaw. She was just too caring.

    She was lost in her own care and generosity. She did things beyond her capacity to help others. She did things no one would ever do for her patients. While she tried being the best, she got carried away. This made her lose her patience and eventually, her health. But, being the person she is, Cara did not tell anyone about her bad health.

    She just wanted to make everyone happy and make a good and lasting impression, but that never happened. She was at loss at what to do and cried herself to sleep.

    Her friends were concerned about her and confronted her about it. Since Cara was scared and couldn’t hold on to herself, she cried it all out. She kept on talking and mumbling things nobody could understand. However, one thing was clear, she needed to get out of her office.

    If she continued living like this, her friends decided she would lose herself in the deeper seas of life and her ship would sink gradually. So, Cara was dragged by her friends for a holiday. They went for a trek. And it was only then that Cara understood simplicity.

    She realized that nature never tried to impress, but left everyone spellbound. She realized that there is an art in being who you are – raw. She realized that being original is more appealing that being sugar coated. What I wonder is, when will we realize this?

    Written by
    Milomi

  • In The Midst Of A Story- poem

    This is a poem about how a writer’s head swims in the middle of a book, for he is trying to keep us with his life and give birth to a million more too.

    Today is changing
    Too fast for me
    I can’t catch up
    With the train of life

    Unopened letters
    Unsaid words
    Unused lives
    Just hover in front of my eyes

    I want to finish everything
    Yet leave everything unfinished
    But I will never get to choose
    For I live everyday

    I live a thousand lives
    And see a thousand dying
    But I too die in a hundred worlds
    And am saved in a hundred too

    I’m trying to make it easier
    But the characters still haunt my dreams
    I see them everywhere I go
    For they yearn to be given life

    They yearn to live a thousand lives
    They yearn to have a story written
    And while I try to scribble down lives
    I try to live them too.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • A Step Down

    We often seem to think that life is a ladder. We take our steps, rung after rung. Once we are halfway up, we believe we won’t ever fall down. With that we don’t listen to ourselves telling us to slow down, but try to keep up with life and run up. Our lives become monotony. We refuse to sit down, to breathe, to live.

    I don’t mean to say that we should take life slowly and steadily all the way through. Because life is not about being slow and steady, but keeping up pace, enjoying and not overdoing anything. What I do mean is that we take life too seriously. We put money and jobs before our family and our self. We fail to feel anymore.

    We think it will look bad if we cry. We think it will ruin our reputation. We think it will shrink us to perform such low acts. For today, we just want to impress. But nobody will be impressed if you are not human. If you pretend to be higher than you actually are, then you just exist. You don’t live. Sometimes, even the mighty elephant takes steps down his ladder of life as he mourns the dead. He impresses people and he has power but he lets go of it. He does feel feelings.

    Will we ever climb down just to feel the breeze blowing? Just to look at the scenery painted in front of us? Just to take a step down and live life?

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Bittersweet- poem

    How can I trust you

    After all that has happened

    After all that you did to me

    After our jagged past

    Whose edges still scratch me

    Whose thorns still spike up

    Even though you said you’re sorry

    I could choose to believe you

    And I do believe you

    But I can’t depend on you anymore

    You think you’ll wonder why

    But you know perfectly why if you ask

    Yourself the bittersweet truth

    You can think about you leaving me

    And think about the pain I felt

    And you can laugh and smile if you want

    Or cry your heart out

    You can dream of coming back

    And I might dream too

    But it will never really happen

    For nothing can make me trust you

    I may love you but we’ll be apart.

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • Roadlessness

    Like it is said, there is an art in being imperfect. An art in being different, original. A mountain is not a mountain if it lacks jaggedness. A person is not human if he is flawless. Which is how life is not life if all paths are carved out. For life may begin with a road, but that road fades, for life expects us to make our way through. To make our own road to lead anywhere, through anything, and to experience.

    Some of us, however, want to first sweep the ground that lacks a road- to avoid all problems. Some of us want to be protected from all dangers. Some of us want to abandon life by abandoning our will to get through life. For we fear doing something wrong and bearing consequences.

    What we don’t realize is that if we take shelter, we will never know. We will never feel the jaggedness of the mountains. We will never hear a song in the waterfall. We will never admire the swaying leaves, but brush them away. Will we ever stop focusing on life, and admire it? Will we stop sweeping the falling twigs and branches, but find beauty? Will we ever climb the mountain and feel its steepness? Will we ever stop in the middle of life to just admire its roadlessness?

    Or will we just give up?

  • I Never Knew -poem

    I was crying for love
    Crying for peace
    Praying, for I had forgotten myself
    And I was lost in life’s maze

    I never knew that
    I wasn’t the only one
    For everyone cries for hatred
    And pleads for peace

    And everyone dreams
    And everyone falls
    And everyone is bruised
    And everyone loses the battle

    I never knew nobody understood
    Everyone just thought
    Nobody knew the truth
    Everyone believed lies

    I thought that nothing mattered
    In this eternity of infinities of time
    I thought that quarrels don’t matter
    With a war ahead of us

    I never knew how wrong I was
    I never knew human nature
    That just a few words
    Could change a person

    I never knew that happiness
    Could turn to anger
    And that love could
    Turn to hatred

    I never knew that home changed
    I thought it remained the same
    I never knew that life would fade
    And after some time, everyone just exists.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • The Stories

    There once was a man who knew everything. He knew all the stories, all the fates, all the destines. He carried the weight of the knowledge of the world. He knew what would happen to each and every being, to each and every thing. People say he was the world for he knew so much.

    He would spend his days scribbling on pieces of paper : the stories of everyone. His hand throbbed each night, blotched with ink, yet he wrote. He wrote to forget, for he couldn’t bear knowing anymore. He wanted each day to be a surprise, so he never understood why everyone wanted to know what was to happen next in their story. For a story has twists and turns and ups and downs, the the element of surprise is what keeps us going till the end.

    His papers would fly out of his window that overlooked the sea. He never tried to catch them, for stories must be free. He kept on writing and writing and time passed and passed. Till there came a day where he wrote his story. And he realized his fate. And he was the storyteller. He told of the world. Of life. With that, he let himself free, fading into pieces of papers and words.

    Those scraps of paper were lost into life itself. And today, many of us worry that we will never find our story, never realize our fate. What we must realize is that our stories are in our hands. We are holding our own book of life. We are holding a pen in our hands. We must learn to ignore the man’s stories, for he just expected. He never knew. We know though. And it is up to us to go searching for our story in the depths of life, or to forget this story and write our own.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • A Thread In A Fabric

    Everyone has secrets. Everyone hides something. And everyone has their own reasons. Everyone judges and everyone is judged. And everyone is wary, for secrets must not be heard by just anyone. Trust cannot be handed over so recklessly. Unity cannot be achieved so easily.

    Most of us live by this. We fail to see everything as a whole. People see their family as one. Their city as one. Their country as one, but how many of us see this world as one? I’m not implying that none of us are grateful or that nobody cares about this world. I’m simply saying that unless trust is entrusted and unless friendships are friended, we will remain where we are.

    Where are we, you might ask. We are at a point where betrayal is a word. Where our hearts are silenced and logic is the answer to every question. Where instincts are shunned away and building a reputation suddenly is more important. Where imagination is not loved but scoffed upon and where human nature is fading away.

    What we once had, what we should have, is faith. To have faith in each other and to trust one another. For wars, shouts, papers will get us nowhere unless we are willing to go there. If we only see earth as a whole. Earth as a planet that has given birth to life. Earth as the planet that hopes to give life to other planets. Earth as a brilliantly woven gown – that inspires and that shines. Where every thread matters.

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • The Sunflower – poem

    The sun has set
    The moon has risen
    The sunflower cries and hides her face
    Yearning for the light
    To wake her up
    And take her through a journey
    That is unforgettable.
    She is awoken to a sky
    That makes the most colorful rainbows
    Seem like faint faded art
    For she knows true beauty
    And she feels it every morning.
    Sometimes she wakes up to rain
    She lets it cool her face
    She scours the skies for the sun
    And she finds him.
    Sometimes she wakes up hearing the sea
    As it clashes against faraway cliffs
    She feels the monster that lurks in the ocean’s spirit
    And she feels the angel too.
    And sometimes nature wakes her up
    She hears the sun singing to her
    And she hears the wind’s melodies
    And she hears the birds’ chirps
    That change everyday.
    But she never grows tired
    Of following the sun
    Of living with nature
    Of being a sunflower.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Do Not Hide Your Tears – poem

    This is a poem about how we should just cry outright and not try to hide them in shame. Everyone has a right to express their feelings. Everyone has a right to let out their pain, their hurt. Everyone has a right to share that pain with someone else.

    DO NOT HIDE YOUR TEARS

    Do not hide your tears, my dear
    Let them stain your face
    Cry, let them stain your heart
    Stain mine and lose the fear

    Do not hide your tears, my dear
    Let it scar you, let it bleed
    For I’ll bleed too, it’ll scar me too
    For if it hurts you, it hurts me too

    Do not hide your tears, my dear
    We’ll share it, you won’t be alone
    The tears will ebb, the pain will heal
    You’ll be whole for once, not torn

    Do not hide your tears, my dear
    For I hate to see you cry
    And I hate to see you scream, my dear
    I feel like I shall die

    Do not hide your tears my dear
    For I hate to see your heart break
    It shatters into a thousand pieces
    The pain, it hurts, it never ceases

    Do not hide your tears my dear
    Let me take some of it off you
    Let your pain lessen, may no hearts bleed
    I’m begging you to let go for me. Please.

    Written by
    Milomi.