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  • Ice Cold- poem

    This poem is about how the cold, too has a personality. How cold is world away from summer, but how it can’t be forgotten.

    To see nature in a different dress
    Which is white
    Like somebody sprayed it with paint
    Which comes off by spring
    But lasts through winter
    And it numbs me
    It feels like fire
    Yet is too cold to touch
    It’s worlds away from summer
    Where the sun looks grand among the snow
    As it wakes and sleeps
    As if on a race from winter
    To a place warmer
    While the stars bask in the shivering nights
    As they listen to the howling wind sometimes
    Who cries in rage for
    Company
    And they listen to the defeating silence too
    Which always gets disrupted
    Life still lives while it’s lonely
    It doesn’t fade
    It blooms
    With all its strength
    The pines still stand tall
    Enduring all what life throws at ‘em
    The flowers still pink
    Despite the chattering cold and the numbing winds
    If they’re lucky, a reindeer might check them out
    And nuzzle their nose for a kindly touch
    Or a husky might chase down, pulling a sledge
    And his breath brings warmth along
    Though they can’t hope to be brought inside
    They belong out
    Away from the crackling fires
    Amidst the slamming cold
    And they can call it
    Home.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    ICE COLD

  • The Candle Of Life

    Let’s put it this way. All of us are lit candles. And life exists from the time we are lit to the time we snuff out. However, that is not just it. In that space of time, we candles, do much more that you expect.

    When we are lit, little is our flame, as we stand tall and high. A few years pass and our little flame grows. This shows that we are learning. Experiencing. Existing. Starting to adapt to the ways of life.

    We see the ones who are below us, out of reach, and we help them up. We just give them a little of our fire, a little of our life, to make theirs fuller. This is having a big heart. When you look down at the ones who are lower than you and share love. Ideas. Life. Those candles might be struggling to stay alight. That is when we face difficulties in life. When we waver and flicker unsure of what must be done. And we help them by guiding them. Listening to them.

    That is one of the best things about us. We can care. However, life does not end here.

    There is one point in time, when we, too, are low. When we are burning down and are flickering and wavering. We are unsure whether our fire will live through the night. And that is when the candles above us bend down. They help us and calm us down. They make sure all our wishes are fulfilled and try to make time ceasing less painful. They sit by your side till your flame was a memory.

    That is what I like about human beings. We need to help those in need of help. We need share all our things freely. We need love everyone and we aren’t afraid to show that. I hope you can relate to the candles. If not, then this life is not worth it. We need to focus on making this world a better place from Inside. And it is much more than merely a need, it is a decision. And the fate of this earth depends on us.

    Remember to always reach down to help. And only then will you be able to reach up for help.

    Written by

    Milomi

  • Feel The Pain

    There are times in every one’s lives when we go through a lot of pain. This is when we shut ourselves down to the world and try to mourn and brood over our pain, hoping it’d help clear everything up. And heal the wound. However, it never does heal. Our pain leaves traces of it behind -never leaving us. Our wounds deep and shallow might close up, yet they too leave scars. Our memories may be pushed to the back of our minds, but they still remain. Nothing is gone forever. Nothing can be permanently erased. It all stays.

    So why? Why can’t pain just ebb and not arise? Why must we still be drawn to it as much as we want to let go?

    I like to think of myself, my life as me. As a whole. When we feel pain, it’s usually because of a problem or a loss in our lives. And it is then when our loss or problem takes a piece of our life along with it. A small piece. This small piece is what wounds us, what pierces us, what we rage at. This small bit leads to that great pain.

    Grief, anger, guilt, depression, rage is all set on a time bomb inside ourselves -waiting to explode. To burst forth. For the time after, we just keep that on our minds, thinking and rethinking possibilities. Trying to convince ourselves that it is all a dream, it is not real. Wishing that it would have been you and not them.

    This doubles the pain, causing us to double over and clutch our head and curse life. Medicines, doctors, pills, have no effect whatsoever on us. The pain haunts us. Gives us sleepless nights. Breaks us apart slowly, wanting to see us in pieces on the ground.

    Sometimes, we try to go back to living life, but we end up thinking about pain and as if on cue, it comes back? Why is life like a circle? You go through it once, and you are forced to do so again. But when, when will it stop? When will the Gods take pity and wish down peace? How long will we have to wait for our tides of pain to ebb?

    I think that we should look at what it is, not what it could have been. We need to learn to move on. Pain is like darkness. We never realize it, but we crave for light and hope the most when we are dark and in despair. We need to get up when we fall -despite the wounds and bruises. Despite the voices in our heads telling us it’ll never be okay. Despite the weight of our lives that we carry on our shoulders; constantly pushing us down; we must stand. We must fight against ‘despite’ and get up. Get ready.

    All the guilt, pain, rage that we’ve pent up, let all that out. In whatever way you can. Write it down, sing a song on it, speak to someone. Let your tears flood up and fall down. Tears help a lot. They are a relief from life. They are a getaway from our monotony. Tears signify that not everything can be fully healed or forgotten, but everything can be remembered. They signify that everyone, everything, has a flaw, but we should look out for their strengths. They signify that life will never be perfect, but we must enjoy making it imperfect. There is evil, but that does not mean that there is no good.

    I believe in just letting the pain wash over you. Turn that pain into anger, and allow that anger to turn into hope of getting ahead in life and not staying fallen on the ground. And walk ahead, hand in hand with hope. Take each step like a brave knight going to the battlefield. Leap across each bound like a bird who is free. Live your life like someone who became strong by falling down and getting up.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • To Witness A Miracle- poem

    This is a poem by me about how just looking at someone can brighten another’s day. This is about how sometimes lifetimes go in an instance, and how instances go on for lifetimes.

    TO WITNESS A MIRACLE

    She lit up my world with her smile
    Brightened it up
    Made me feel weightless
    All of my worries slid off me
    I stood straight, no longer bearing
    A thousand and one problems
    Her eyes shone, in a mixture of
    Hope, joy, excitement and
    Love
    That dazzled in the darkness
    She looked as if nothing was ever there to
    Bother her
    I felt light and dreamy
    Like I could battle a hundred monsters
    And come out of the arena,
    Living to tell the tale
    She reminded me of a warrior, made of fire
    Who could’ve taken down a million knights
    Right then
    Yet she was a princess
    With laughs and giggles
    And politeness and courtesy to every soul
    And all I saw was starlight
    That outshone the brightest galaxies
    That made the Milky Way seem dull
    That made life seem dark
    I wished that I could bottle all that I saw
    And felt
    That summer evening at hers
    It all happened so quickly
    And then she was gone.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Hollow No More -poem

    This poem that I’ve written about a man who saw the girl he loved walk out of his gates without a proper goodbye. It’s about how he still stood up and put on a brave face, despite the ache he felt every time he saw her face. And yet, it ends in a way none of us would have imagined. With that curiosity, I urge you to read on.

    HOLLOW NO MORE

    His heart was filled with something he didn’t know
    As he watched her go
    He was hollow
    That face, that smile, so familiar
    He felt like he was holding on for
    Dear life
    But he was just there
    She was still etched into him
    And he couldn’t let her go
    It hurt
    When he saw her
    The light playing across her face
    She shone like a star.

    She felt like his, but she walked with
    A stranger
    But she still dazzled
    Mingled, unaware of him
    He couldn’t look at her
    She shouldn’t see him broken
    Into pieces and shards and bits
    So he put in a mask
    A braver face
    He didn’t tremble though
    He was shaking inside
    He smiled when he wanted to
    Cry
    He stood when he wished he could
    Break
    He stepped forward when he would’ve
    Collapsed
    But he concealed it all
    Didn’t let it show
    Didn’t let himself
    Fall apart
    And yet, an emptiness filled his heart
    It wasn’t dense, it was
    Hollow
    Courage worked him up, he asked her what
    Was happening
    She’s come to visit
    He let her in, hoping she’d make it up
    Praying for a second chance
    She gave him a letter
    Said she was a spy for someone else
    Doing her duty
    Completing her mission
    Her eyes were glistening, as she spoke, trembling
    He went over
    To comfort her
    They locked gazes
    She hugged him tightly
    He wasn’t empty, he was whole
    A relief, and electricity jolted him back
    She leaned in
    “I’m sorry.”

    And that was music to his ears.

    Written by
    Milomi.




  • The Joy In Being Alone

    Sure, we all know that teamwork is the best. Many hands make light work. United we stand, divided we fall. This is all very true. When we are together, we tend to be happier, and we feel whole, complete, one. However, when we are alone, we feel empty, left out, hollow. We long for company. We long for someone to share ourselves with.

    There is no joy or satisfaction that we experience while we are alone. Yet, this article is titled “The joy in being Alone”. Why? There is a misunderstanding, but on whose part? Mine or yours?

    I think that when we are solitary, we still feel a weird kind of peace, that none of us admit. The air is lighter, not heavy with talk and laughter. For once, we have something to ponder upon. We have the chance to visit memories, and let all our pent up emotions wash over us. Wash over us like waves washing upon the shore. Like rain washing down on the dry earth.

    After what seems like eons, it feels like we are free. Free from the constant conversation; which we still miss at the back of our minds, but which we quieten down. The silence is deafening. And it is louder than life. There are just so many unsaid things that lying the air, waiting to be grasped and acknowledged. In that while, we try to seek the words that are hiding in the air. We try to delve into our lives and seek happiness from earlier incidents.

    Solitude is not the best thing on earth, but it makes it easier for us to express ourselves. Through words, actions, gestures. When we are alone, we are able to express our true feelings. We are able to showcase our inner selves, which are very precious and important. We do things we never thought we would do. We think things we’ve never thought.

    Alone is something else altogether. Another feeling. Another reality. It is something we don’t experience every day. However, we are never stuck in solitude for too long. There is always someone who comes along. Someone to disrupt the silence. Someone to bring the life back to your reality.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • The Lone Tree – poem

    This is a poem that I’ve written. It is of a lone tree stranded alone with no one to give her company throughout her life. It is completely original and not copied from any place.

    THE LONE TREE

    The land was clear, too plain for her;
    Friends and company were what she’d prefer
    As much as she begged earth to differ,
    Nobody listened to the lone tree.

    She never knew, didn’t know what was free,
    Nature even hadn’t met her fully;
    God never answered her constant plea,
    A plea to see, to live.

    Exist, thrive, stray but not live.
    Have nothing to get, nothing to give,
    No reason to apologise, nor to forgive.
    Yet she stood up and tall.

    The breeze shook her, branches and all;
    If loneliness, she answered the call.
    From faraway, she looked really small
    But that was never really it.

    It was spring, she had grown, bit by bit,
    Against the horizon, seemed like she fit.
    My heart was lifted when I saw her lit
    Life got lifted when she saw her lit.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • A Moment, Then A Memory

    When you are going for a trip, people tell you to enjoy. To have a good time. To make the best of it. Many of us take this as a “safe journey” wish, or a “send us photos” request, or as “have fun” words. We never actually, consciously, try to have the best time ever. We just click loads of photos from fancy cameras, and phones. Then, hello to Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, Snapchat, etc. etc. etc. Don’t deny this. I’ve had experience.

    I know what you are thinking right now. If not click photos, and use social media, and spread the message online, then what? I have a solution, but I also need you to know why I am concerned about this topic, and how it benefits everybody- if they follow. 

    There surely is an important event, a vacation, a trip, a holiday, a fun thing you have experienced in your life till now. And there surely are at least two or more photos of the same. First, I want you to look at those photos. Just by looking at them, how much of that event can you remember? How much can you feel? Then, I want you to close your eyes, and remember that event in your mind’s eye. Think of everyone that day. What intrigued you, how you felt, what made that event special. Is there a difference between the two times you remembered your event? Or none?

    If you found a difference in your thoughts, then you must be living in the moment, such that you can remember events clearly when you think. If not, the it means that you are more worried about your social media life than you are about living life’s best moments.

    We all want to be able to revive and relive memories. However, it becomes too late when we realize that our lives are not eternal. The clock will have to stop ticking. The light will have to black out. We can’t stop any of that from happening. But what we can do is make this life worth remembering. Worth filling with memories. Worth telling stories about.

    A life without memories is like a sea without waves. Empty. You might not notice that now, but you will, soon. Technology is taking over. And if we are not careful it might take us too. Away with it. Technology does not have feelings like humans. They have no tears to shed after a mess. No laughter to spare after a joke. No memories to look over as time flies, as clocks tick. 

    Today, social media websites are overflowing with pictures that seem like memories. They are not. They just look like memories. They are an illusion that all of us fall for. The fun, laughs, scenes, are thought to be portrayed in the photos, but they are not real. They are not life. 

    Life is soaking in the spirit of the moment. Allowing yourself to lose yourself in the seams of the moment. Taking in everything and never allowing yourself to wander off from the present. Making the best of it such that that moment is etched in you. Such that it is within your reach. Such that it never escapes.

    How many of us here follow this? Live to this? I am not asking you to believe in my thoughts. I am just asking you to give it a second thought. A harmless thing to do. Moments will come and go. Memories will stay forever. In your heart- never letting go.

    I am urging you not to forget this. Make this moment a memory. So it never slips past when you try to grab it. Smiles, happiness, love, these cannot be captured by phones or cameras or pictures. They can only and truly be captured by one in this world and I am extremely sure of it.
    You.

    Written by
    Milomi. 

  • …And they lived Happily Ever After

    The end. That is the standard way for all fairy tales to end. Good wins and Bad loses. Hope wins over despair. Love wins over hatred. This is what we have grown up to believe. I am no one to change your mind. I am not forcing you to see my way of things. I am just spreading my idea. It is not right nor wrong.

    What if all that we know seems like a happily ever after? Sure Snow White and Cinderella did live happily, but what does happily ever after even mean? Does it mean that there are no obstacles and problems for one? Or does it mean that one has everything he ever wished to have? Or does it mean that there was no more evil and the whole world suddenly became good?

    So are our lives happily-ever-afters? Are our lives like fairy tales? I would say that they are not. But then why do we grow up to believe the false image? That one day we too, are going to become princesses and princes and live happily ever afters. But what if life is something more than that? Something that we never thought it was.

    What if this life is an illusion? An illusion from the monotonous routines we go through. An illusion from the disasters that seem to be occurring. An illusion from happily ever after.

    Can it be that life is something in the middle? Something in the middle of a happily ever after and a happily never after? We never seem to see the middle. There are not always two extremes only. There has to be something in the middle of it all. Life is not entirely good nor bad.

    What if what we are living is just a fraction of life? Just a way of living life. Just a small side of life. Yet, we still spend our lives trying to find happily ever afters. We don’t realise that they lie right in front of us.

    There is no recipe for a happily ever after. And just like what Kung-fu Panda says, There is no special ingredient. We have our own books of life. We have to write our own stories. We can find happiness in smiles and laughs and love.

    Can we make our own happily ever afters too, then? Our own fairy tales that can be told to generations of children round the campfires. Our own marks left down on this world. Pieces of our happily ever afters etched onto just a small part of life.

    I am not saying that we can all be princes and princesses. But we can still be the princes and princesses of our own lives, can’t we? Because deep down I know that I believe this.

    Written by
    Milomi.


  • Mortality

    In fiction, monsters are immortal. In myths, gods are immortal. Yet in life, we are mortal. Sure, immortality sounds tempting, but why would you choose that when you have the privilege of being mortal? Of being human.

    If one is immortal, then he can’t be killed. He will not die. But will live to see deaths. He will live to see raging wars, new generations. He will lose friends as fast as he made them. He won’t appreciate the simple beauty of life.

    Then again, why would I be mortal? Why would I live to know that I’m going to die one day? And that all that I go through is just a tiny fraction of life that is going on? That if life is a platter of food, I’m only nibbling at a small piece, never to taste the rest?

    Why then, am I implying that I’m proud to be mortal? I think that mortals have one thing that immortals don’t have. And it is courage. Bravery. We are ready to give up our lives for a good cause. We are ready to die in battle if it means that you helped in winning. We are ready to say goodbye to the world because we know that the day is going to come sooner or later.

    I would be lying if I said I’m not afraid of death. Quite a few of us are. I’m just saying that immortals know that they can’t die. They can live a million stories and see a million stars being born and dying. But they don’t know what is it to die. They don’t know the bravery one needs to give up everything.

    What we don’t seem to realise is that somewhere inside ourselves, even we can be immortal. Not as in living forever. Or seeing eternities pass by. But as in the fleeting moment of joy when we feel that anything is possible. That moment when we crossed the finish line, before congratulations are showered upon us. That moment when you achieve your goal, and you believe that nothing can stop you. That moment when you are hurtling down the lanes on your bicycle with not a worry on your mind as you startle the pigeons nearby. That moment when you win a game and when you hug your teammates. That moment when you are flooding with happiness and when you can’t be pushed down.

    That is when we are immortal. Even if it’s only for a few seconds. That is what a mortal’s immortality is. That is what our immortality is.

    Written by
    Milomi.