I glanced at your eyes
For just a moment
Yet what I saw stayed with me
For a lifetime
I saw hope in that spark
Yet danger in that glint
Peace in that twinkle
But mischief in that gleam
Endless life in that eye.
Written by
Milomi.
Milomi's world
Overflowing Ideas.
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This is a poem about how sometimes people are quietened down. How people are silenced. It’s about people who yearn to be free, but lack freedom to express themselves. It’s about people who’ve been shunned away. Divided. It’s about their monster that rages within. A monster they try desperately to hide. In fear.
QUIETEN DOWN
As who I am today
The person who is an art piece
Put for show
Only to see not hear
My voice echoes
It rises and cries out loud –
But it has to fall
It has to be quietened down
I try to walk away
And try to calm down
I try to stifle my tears and shouts
And my secret wishes at night
To the lord
The rest of who we are
Feel the same way
Wish the same things
Rebel with the same resilience
To not be silenced
They can turn a deaf ear
They can turn a blind eye
But they can’t turn us back
We will not be silenced
The monsters that have raged
Since the beginning of eternity
Will not stop raging
They will rebel against them
They will fight with us
They will fight to be free
It may seem like a dream
But it can come true
It will come true
Our voices
Ourselves
We will not stand down
We will not be quietened down.
Written by
Milomi.
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There are always times when we are told repeatedly to do things. Simple things, tough things, tiring things. At these times, we feel the urge to give up. The thought that the impossible cannot and will not be made possible by us. However, that is what we say. That is our first reaction. Which, of course, is natural. Our second choice, however, is more interesting.
An anger which is rebellious overflows. Not wanting to be stopped. Until it reaches a dead end. All that anger will stop flowing and just be there. That dead end was not natural. We put that dead end there. Deliberately. Putting that dead end there is our second choice.
We somehow know that rebelling constantly against something will not make the other person back down. Instead it just encourages him. What one must do is take action. Turn that rage that rages into determination. Do what is being told to you. With that, go for surprise.
The opponent thinks you’ve surrendered. But you haven’t. Behind their backs, you are planning something to prove that you are worth it. And you can do anything. You might’ve said you couldn’t and wouldn’t, but after all words and just words. Their words might hurt you. Your life will be your comeback.
Written by
Milomi.
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This is a poem about a princess who has lived her life in a huge palace. She is showered upon with gifts and is not allowed to look into matters concerning the kingdom. She is made to believe that the whole world is a happy place. This poem tells her that her happy life cannot last. She must look outside her tiny world and become a part of that world.
THIS FAIRYTALE
This fairy tale – it cannot last
This fairy tale – it’ll have to fade
If you’re running away, you’re not that fast
If you’re praying to the lord, it is too late.
Your fantasy, your jewels and life
Was just a dream, you need to wake
In fake happiness, you mustn’t thrive
There must be a ripple in your lake.
You’re the princess who doesn’t know pain
While your kingdom suffers from it
You’re made to think life’s just a game
Where hardships are blown, and lights are lit.
You believe there is no darkness
You believe you shine so bright
You believe that there is no abyss
Where people fall into at night.
You believe that everyone is happy
Since you are, and nobody dies
You believe everyone is fancy
And that nobody cries.
The world you know is just a mansion
A place so big, you can’t find –
A window to gaze out of, and tension
To let out from the mind.
Upon you, all these lies have been cast
Upon you, all your life’s been made
This fairy tale – it cannot last
This fairy tale – it’ll have to fade.
Written by
Milomi.
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In some parts of the world, a rainy day means a gloomy day. In others, it means that the backyard garden was having a blast. Yet, in others it means a day filled with laughter and joy. A joy that is raw, and which is experienced within nature. A joy which is experienced within our birthplace.
How many of us try to find joy in the gloomiest of things? It is not an easy thing to do, but sometimes it is worth it. Whether it is surfing in the sands or dancing in the rain or smiling at death’s door – these times in life seem unforgettable.
Dancing in the rain may seem childish – and it is – but amidst that a feeling of maturity lingers. A feeling that we don’t grasp the first time we experience it. As the rain pours down soaking us, there is a part of us that doesn’t care about what everyone thinks of us. That doesn’t care about the heads that shake and eyes that roll. That doesn’t bother about anybody, anything other than life.
To dance in the rain may seem easy, but it is not. It is hard to give up life to experience it in another way. It is hard not to care about the outside world, but try to focus on the inner one. It is hard to cross today’s boundaries. Boundaries that are just a habit of the past.
As the rain washes down upon ourselves, we experience a different kind of joy. A joy we never thought existed. This was the joy that once united us. As long as we still feel it, it will still unite us.
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I was standing at the shore
And I saw the horizon
It stretched on forever
I knew I would never get there
For it kept on retreating
As if it were scared of me
Still it called out to me
And I felt almost honored to answer
My calling.My life suddenly split up
Into two
My dream and everyone’s dreams for me
At that moment, the latter was tempting
The latter was more sensible
It had stability and purpose
And my dream – it only had
My dream.I was torn
Between two worlds
Trying to decide where to remain
When I just listened to my heart
It reminded me of what I wanted to do
And that want
That want was more than just a want
I set out.I realized I could do anything
I could make the impossible
Possible
I could work miracles
I could roar like a lion
Or sing like a nightingale
Or fly like an eagle
Or dive in like the dolphins
It was my life to live
My dream to live.Every time I tried
I fell down
I hurt myself
And had to heal myself
But somehow I never saw my dream end
I saw it go on forever
I saw myself crossing the horizon
For there is a world beyond horizons.
A world where success or failure doesn’t matter
It’s the tries that matter.They always do.
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In today’s world, language is a really important thing. Because of language, we are able to find words to express our feelings. Happiness, grief, love, shock – we are familiar with them all. Just that sometimes, we decide to call the tiniest surge of happiness, to be actual happiness. Or once we experience just a knee scrape, we feel that nothing can hurt more. In that process, a knee scrape becomes our definition of pain. Which we refuse to change, until it comes along. And then too, we are not ready to accept the truth.
We are constantly setting limits. Setting boundaries. There is a point beyond which our minds will not wander. We refuse to wander not because we wish to be happy with what we have and not dream, but because we are scared. We fear the sudden rush of feelings we might uncover. We fear that knowing such things exist will put us off balance. And will put life off balance.
It is a pretty simple logic that we have adapted to. We will not believe in what we haven’t seen or experienced. We would rather not know and be limited than know and feel the pain of knowing. That is where we steer wrongly. The pain of knowing is inevitable. However, knowing makes you see the world in a brighter, fuller hue. A hue that was invisible to you before.
When you learn to ride a bicycle, you feel a rush of pride and happiness. That very moment is treasured. You believe that there is nothing that will make you feel happier. Nothing, even climbing a mountain could top your feeling. However, it is not until you actually climb that mountain do you realise that that feeling of exhilaration and happiness does top that of the bicycle. When you stand on the top of the mountain and gaze at the world below, you realise something.
You realise that anything is possible. That boundaries are just imaginary. And that imagination can wander way past them. There is more out there. More out there that will change the way you look at things. That will add more purpose.
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This is a short poem that I wrote about a person who’s thoughts run faster than his fingers. He is unable to stop them, though he can delay them by a few seconds. He claims that his life is seldom calm. After his thoughts have been written, he is given some time to rest. Before his thoughts take on again.
TYPEWRITER BLEEDS
I listen to my head
As I punch into the keys
Of my old typewriter.
My fingers ache from
Typing all day
So much that I fear
They might stop working.
I try to do justice to my thoughts
And I try to keep my head from
Exploding into a million pieces
Which turns out to be a fine job.My thoughts keep on flowing
I tried many a time to shove them
Aside and away
But in vain.
My thoughts are like a rapid river in monsoon
They keep on rushing on at full speed
Carrying along everything in their way.
Only after I’ve done justice
To my thoughts
Am I able to rest for hardly any time
From the constant marathon
That I’ve been running
Where my thoughts are my opponents
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This poem is about how boredom gives one something to think about and not nothingness to stare into. It is narrated by an old man recovering in the hospital. Though his family keeps him busy, and the television keeps on causing noise, one part of him seems bored. Bored of same old life. When he realizes, the bore of life is what keeps him awake.
BOREDOM KEEPS ME ALIVE
Recovery takes time
I thought it would not
The days keep on dawning
And the monotony begins.
My small room floods up
With family
And with music that keeps on
Messing with my head
My family dances along to the melody
I keep that smile
So they think I'm happy.
My fingers tap along to another tune
That plays in my head
It's rhythm changes
Along with me
One half of me is with my family
And the other half
Is with boredom.
The same nurse checks on me
With the same smile
That I reckon is fake
The same questions
Soothing words that are supposed to soothe me
But they don't
It doesn't work.
I just lie there
Thinking of thoughts to think
Stumbling across familiar phrases.
I feel like I'm bored
So I look around my room
For inspiration
And I see faces looking at me
For inspiration.
And simply that brings back something
That I thought I'd lost
It brings back warmth.
Warmth is not heat
It is what surges into me
As I stare at the faces who were by my side
And who still are
It is what makes me shed my fake smile
And bring me back to focus
As I wear my real smile
A smile that is awake
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This is a story that I weaved in my dreams. It is a simple story, about eternal friendship.
There was a time before all. A time when only one world existed. All sorts of creatures thrived there. It had all kinds of environments and habitats. Instead of speaking, everyone and everything communicated through thoughts. Yet that world wasn’t silent.
It was overflowing with rustles of leaves and the rush of falling water. It was overflowing with the sounds of nature.
In one of the colder places, there was a group of mammoths. Out of which two young ones were best friends. They did everything together. One was named Esther and the other was Lily. They were thick as thieves.
Everything was going good for a while. All was well, before the rest of the cosmos was created. When that happened, humans found their way into the first world. And they became the wizards and witches about whom you hear stories today. However, they wanted to change the world to something bigger. Which would mean changing the creatures too.
They put together the weirdest of combinations. Fish became mammoths and vice versa. Lions and tigers exchanged. Elephants and ants. Everything went helter-skelter. Topsy turvy. Esther and Lily were separated in the process.
Esther was flailing around in the ocean looking for Lily, but in vain. He found someone else instead. It was a dolphin. He sent out his thought – asking who she was before she changed. She replied, saying that she was a deer. Esther told her he was searching for Lily. The dolphin claimed she’d met her just some time ago. And she agreed to lead the way.
After finding Lily, Esther thanked the dolphin, promising to be forever in debt. Lily and Esther swam to a coral reef and made it their own. They attracted many more fish who came to hear their story. These fish were from the other worlds. Their reef was the biggest ever. And the most colourful.
If you ever visit Australia, be sure to remember Esther and Lily as you look at the Great Barrier Reef. I like to think they brought it up. You may say that they are just stories. They are. But are aren’t just
stories. They will never be.
Written by
Milomi.
Milomi's world 