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  • An Ode to Not Forget – poem

    This poem is an ode from a wife who is no more, to her husband. She hopes he listens to her and does not mourn for long. She wants him to live his life despite the fact that parts of it have been shattered when she went. She wants him to remember her every day, but not give up on life. 

    AN ODE TO NOT FORGET

    I know I’m gone now
    And that there is no way that I can speak to you
    But I still want you to listen tonight
    As you come to the yard
    To lay down a wreath of white flowers
    That cradles me to sleep. 

    As you walk across my buried self
    I don’t want you to cry out
    And scream and fling yourself on the ground
    Wishing you could be next to me
    Wishing you could have me. 

    For those tears flood over me with guilt
    Your broken heart breaks mine 
    And my broken heart breaks you down
    Which I don’t want to see. 

    So I just want to you remember
    And believe and imagine and pretend. 
    I want you to feel my presence
    And believe that I’ll never really leave 
    I’ll always be with you
    Those tangled ropes that bind us together 
    Cannot be untangled. 

    I want you to sleep remembering me
    Remembering the way you held me
    And believing that I’m still beside you
    Holding on to you and never letting go. 

    Don’t cry yourself to sleep
    And don’t blame yourself for everything that happened 
    You don’t deserve that pain. Nobody does. 

    When you sit on our swing
    You might think that you are alone
    But you are not.

    I will always be there by your side
    Sitting next to you 
    And holding your hand till you join me
    And though I sleep deep down below
    I shall dream of you all the time. 
    So don’t forget me. 

    And when you join me down below 
    My self will edge closer to yours
    And yours will edge closer to mine. 

    And after years when we’ve withered
    And fallen apart 
    My dust will cling to yours
    And yours will cling to mine. 
    And we will still have each other. 
    For ever. 

    Written by
    Milomi 

  • Fairy Tale Stomachache – poem

    I was fine

    Before the sun

    Was on my way home

    Stomach starts to tickle

    And prickle

    Wanting to eat pickle

    And then we’re home

    I start to read

    My book it is

    Interesting

    Distracting me

    Keeping me away

    From reality

    I am lost

    Among words and people

    I am under that charm

    That spell

    But it breaks

    I come back

    The pain it worsens

    Minute by minute

    I eat dinner

    Not any better

    It exhausts me

    Can’t focus

    Can’t force myself out of it

    And then slowly

    It becomes

    Worse and painful

    I try and try and try

    To just walk away

    To ignore it

    To bear it

    And I just feel like bursting out

    Like a butterfly.

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • Elsewhere – poem

    I am new to this world

    There is just so much that I feel

    That I am at a loss of words

    I can just gape in awe

    As the world revolves

    It’s as if I’m glued to the ground

    But my eyes wander about

    As I grasp out for expressions

    A medium to let myself out.

    Gasping, I turn away

    For I’d just seen something revolutionary.

    It was a mixture of

    Care, happiness, joy, sacrifice

    Here, they said it was love.

    I changed my mind and

    Walked towards it instead

    And from then on

    My mind had changed

    Along with me.

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • Shivers – poem

    If I could

    Witness alien life

    Or trek to the center of our earth

    Or stand at the edge of the highest cliff

    Or float among corals of another world deep down below

    Or stand in the splattering desert heat in the afternoon

    Or sleep under the stars on snow in winter

    Or see an elephant thumping about in pride

    Or see a lioness chasing her prey without mercy

    Or see a cheetah rushing past me with a wild look in its eyes

    Or abruptly stop in the middle of my way

    I would get the

    Shivers.

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • All The Same – poem

    This poem is about how some people see life like something that repeats infinitely. Others see it like infinite possibilities strung together that change with each moment. And yet, both of them are human. Both of them are all the same.

    ALL THE SAME

    Some see their lives repeatedly repeating
    With not a ripple in their seas
    No waves to break routine
    No storms to thunder down
    No obstacle to trouble their path
    They think that nothing changes
    Flowers bloom the same way
    Cars charge the same roads
    Days start with the same ambitions
    Days end with the same failures
    Everything is pointless
    For change is a long lost brother
    Who hasn’t found home.

    But still if you stop your own life
    And live lives around you
    You might hear the nightingale’s different tune
    Or you might spot another chrysanthemum wriggling its way up
    You might spy the car taking the less taken route instead
    Or you might end your day with a victory
    And you might walk hand in hand with change
    Who you’ve found and befriended
    And who promised to come around to meet you
    Whenever Change liked.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Jagged Rocks

    We are like rocks. We are born with many sharp edges, uneven surfaces, rough textures. It’s the storms that wear us down and smoothen us. The hurdles that we face. The problems. Nobody is perfect. Everything has a flaw as tiny as it can be. That is our personality.

    If all of us were smooth, then life would be pointless (pun not intended). But that is not how it is. Life is not about mourning over the jaggedness in ourselves, but doing our best to smoothen it.

    Perhaps if I look at myself after years and years, I might notice a few round corners, blunter points. However, we will never be perfect. We will always be incomplete. There will always be something we want to do that can’t be done.

    Centuries later, even our stories won’t be perfect. Our lives will always be fabricated. The bumps in our rides, the sharp turns, the engine failures, won’t be said, but will hang in the air. They will never be worn down. They will remain imperfect. Our residues will never vanish.
    Our jaggedness will stay.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Barefoot – poem

    This is a poem about how some things in life are raw and unfurnished. How things are incomplete, unadorned. It’s about how these tiny things still have a purpose in life, and how they strive to make themselves noticed. It’s about how some can run great distances, being barefoot.

    BAREFOOT

    I lie on the cold floor
    Plain and pale
    As I watch everyone else get picked up
    My sigh can not be heard

    There is still a part of me
    Waiting to be finished
    So that I can become whole
    But that seems miles away
    In another reality
    In mine, I can only see my goal
    Which too, lies miles away

    So I wonder if I can
    If I can reach my summit
    Because I think it’s worth it

    With that wonder in my head
    I go.
    I sprint off to a place
    Where I can be known and loved
    Where I can be finished and adorned
    As hope illuminates my path
    As will strikes down problems
    As life helps me survive

    Miracles occur
    Magic is possible
    And I too, can work
    I too, can happen
    I too, can do anything
    My storm is inevitable
    Just don’t fight against it
    Welcome it
    And you’ll be welcomed

    Thorns adorn my path in plenty
    The bar rises high
    Warmth warms me
    Cold chills me
    And sends shivers down my spine

    The horizon seems to go on forever
    As I pull towards it
    It pulls away
    But just because I’m barefoot
    Doesn’t mean I can’t try
    Because I can tell, I always can
    That this is only the beginning
    Of it all.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Aliens: A Story

    This is a story about a race of aliens living at the other side of the black hole which is at the center of our galaxy. Just like our human race, they are curious to see what lies at the other side of their hole. Death, the end of everything old, or life, the starting of something new. But what if they land on earth… It is not an invasion. Not a fight. Not a war. It is an exploration.

    ALIENS: A STORY

    Rumors were that there was something at the other side of the Giant Blackness. Someone or the other always started those. They say that they had a dream where they foresaw what was true. And then everyone has to believe them or face severe consequences. However, this time, there was something more than a rumor that passed round. It was news.

    Those of us Sares who were on duty at the borderline had witnessed it all. By “it all” I mean what started our mission. But, I’ll come to that later. And if you keep up with our news, you’d better relate to this.slowly

    The pinpricks of light in the sky that kept it bright, were slowly darkening like they did every few hours. I stood straight, aware of my surroundings. The Giant Blackness, or what the elder Sares call the black hole, loomed in the near darkness like an opening way ahead of us. It was then that the light bursts started.

    Usually the Giant Blackness is supposed to emit darkness. Somehow it was emitting light. Which had never happened since the beginning of our age. Eight bright shoots of light. Each one came and went in an instant. The city of Anak was a sight to see in those few seconds. Some of the older woman Sares believed that the Gods were showering blessings upon us. They had their reason. Apparently once Sares grow older, they start to believe that our bodies, artfully weaved out of thin strands of light, are ugly. So naturally, blessings are supposed to beautify them. Some of the men believed that the lights were that of other races surrendering. Or starting war. Those few seconds caused a lot of mayhem.

    Being who I am, nephew of the King – Hekr, I was able to sit at the council’s meeting. Thankfully, the council was way smarter than their folk. (Though, I hope I’m not offending anyone). King was taking wild shots in the dark. After tons of debating and arguing and explaining, we decided upon two possibilities. One: the Gods were angry and there was war. Two: the other race wanted some answers about the hole. To decide, we held a vote. It was eight versus eight and the last one was me. I thought. The Gods kept on getting angry, which explained our different abilities, for their powers showered down and we would claim them. But, the other race we had only dreamed of. What if there was somebody out there? So I voted for the race. And the decision was made.

    Out of the millions of missions we’ve accomplished, we’ve never been at the other side of the black hole. We feared we would never come back alive. However, we had just gotten a start. A clue. An urge to go find out what was happening. A burst of curiosity. And that was what was going on in our heads. We all wanted to go out to find the other race. Which was a risk. But we did risks. We did everything.

    Plans were planned. Outfits chosen. Teams picked. Wishes wished. Goodbyes bid. And we were off in our rocket-spaceship-blackholebreaker. Probably never coming back.

    It was tough. Pushing through the black hole. It was like a dark force was resisting to be pushed. It took us all our willpower to get through. All time seemed to bend as we slowly inched through. I prayed to the Gods, hoping they heard me. They did. We got through.

    Before I could open my eyes, our rocket was descending. Fast. It was a few seconds before we smashed down really hard, on ground. I walked out gingerly and surprisingly no staring eyes greeted me. I was hoping that this was the effect of invisibility our rockets and Sares.

    I left the rest of my team to rest and I checked out the place. It was colorful. It looked fun. Hundreds of lightless people walked around. There was just so much to see, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to describe it. Its smell sent out a spell message. E-A-R-T-H. And I rounded to the entrance of the place I was in. It spelled: DISNEYLAND.

    Oh. No.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Be The Monster- poem

    This is a poem about how we should face problems rather than dodging them. How we should be the predator, but not the prey. How we can overcome problems by becoming bigger than it. Backing away from something will never help. Running towards something does.


    Don’t take cover when you can charge
    When you can write your own story
    Whether the world sees it or not
    Learn to seize your glory.
    Running away is not the solution
    Fighting against could be
    It’s a choice that decides the future
    So try not to live so lightly
    Take your steps like you are the monster
    Way greater than your prey
    And you can be your Superman
    Come to save your day.
    Okay, it’s easier said than done
    And sure, it is not easy
    But fight, and fight, and win
    I hope I don’t sound cheesy.
    Obstacles will keep on challenging you
    From every corner that’s there
    So crash into your problem
    At full speed with no care
    Because it’s your life to live
    And not theirs to destroy
    Climb your mountains, surf your waves
    Laugh your laughs, enjoy.
    If you like you can be the monster
    Who is happy, kind and bright
    If you want you can be the monster
    Who knows what it is to fight.
    Your life, your story is up to you
    The paths you take, choices you choose
    Just promise me you will stand up
    Without feeling that blue.
    Promise me you’ll be the monster
    That you won’t run away in fear
    Then you can tell your stories
    In pride, not tears.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Prisoner- poem

    This is a poem about a prisoner stuck in a cell. He regrets all he’s done, but he realises that no amount of apologies, no amount of mourning will change anything. This is supposed to be a letter he writes to everyone else.

    PRISONER

    To the good,
    No. It was echoing, resonating through my life
    Rebelling against what I didn’t want to do
    Or wanted to see others do
    But then, did I have a choice?
    The wrong was done, there was no turning back
    No amount of sorries could make it better
    Four walls were all that could hold me
    Even pain didn’t help
    My dreams helped though, a lot
    Drifting away to places where I could have been
    Living a normal life, nothing wrong
    Nothing odd to put me off
    I would stay there, till the moon changed
    Till the sun rose and the pigeons woke me up
    Expecting to see the door unlocked
    But it never happened
    So when? When would I know freedom?
    How long would it take for them to know I regret?
    I regret everything. But I can’t go back
    So don’t do this to me, to anyone
    Live a normal life while you can
    Don’t worry about me. I’ll survive though
    I’m stuck here. I don’t know for how long.
    Hope to see you soon, me.

    Written by
    Milomi.