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  • Fairytales

    Once upon a time…

    Every night, you read out a story to your kid. Talking about dragons, princes, magic, wishes, pirates, fairies and another reality. Their minds are entranced, hooked, fascinated at the vivid worlds your words create.

    You don’t know it, but their minds wander in search for comfort. In search for a world as beautiful as the ones in stories. As peaceful, as wonderful, as lovely. To wake up to mermaids and sleep on dragons, and fly in the clouds would be a dream every one has.

    Do we ever live in a fairytale though? Or do we get tired searching for one, hunting for the perfect thing? We rummage through cupboards and closets, searching for a Narnia. We sort through mail vigorously, searching for letters from Hogwarts. We look in nooks and crannies, searching for safer places in our imagination.

    Still the world hits just as hard. Far from our idea of a fairytale. Leaving us with books and stories to comfort ourselves, to find ourselves. But every time we read a story, we are part of one. We all ride dragons, meet princes, fight monsters, because we all strive for stories. And we’re all right there, in our own adventure, finding the happily ever after.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/CDlTJ5oD0BA

  • Dangling- poem

    Feet dangling off a roof
    Overlooking a city at night
    Lit up, glowing,
    A thousand lights, blinking their presence,
    Burning away.

    Will we last till the sunrise?
    Soft breezes,
    Above the noise and hustle
    Away from company.

    Will we swallow the stars
    As we wait for the sun?
    Nibbling away at pieces of divine might
    Not worrying about the steady rush
    Of life.

    Pinking skies, soft brushes,
    Eyes wide open, searching for
    Stars as they twinkle out
    Hopes as they linger
    Reasons as they wither.

    Feet dangling off of roofs
    Overlooking a waking city
    Are we awake?
    Or do we sleep, as life envelopes us all
    Into a giant embrace?

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • The Light- poem

    Do we thrive for more light
    In a room filled with sunbeams bouncing off its walls
    Never diminishing
    Never disappearing
    Even at night?

    Do we thirst for more light
    In a palace of prisms that play with starlight
    So accustomed!
    Not knowing the
    Meaning of darkness.

    Will we ever love light
    If we grow up among torches and suns
    Believing they will burn forever,
    Not fearing the dark
    Basking in innocence?

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/dJDGIZFgY-8

  • Don’t Stop- poem

    It’s tough to wake up
    Every day without knowing
    Why.

    It’s tough to keep up
    With the throng of people, running towards their dreams
    When your has already
    Died.

    It’s tough to hold your head up
    When you’d rather be in bed
    Not wanting to worry
    About the matters of
    Life.

    It’s tough to keep going.

    But be resilient.

    Go slow, go fast
    But go.
    Take the next step,
    Struggle through the mud and stomp through thawing snow,
    Crawl through caves and sludge through marsh,
    But take the next step.

    Don’t extinguish the fire of
    Life inside of you,
    Mistaking it for danger.
    When it is actually hope.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Lullaby- poem

    Hush, my baby,
    As night falls, sleep calls,
    Let your eyes give in to rest.
    The sun will greet you with its rays,
    But let the moon sway you into slumber.

    My dear, my baby,
    It’s late and times aren’t great,
    But I promise you everything will be okay.
    When you wake up in the morning,
    The world will be sunny and
    Joy will envelope you into a hug, darling.

    Oh, my baby,
    Here, hold me for I will always be there,
    By your side.
    Don’t listen to the ghosts, listen to me.
    Listen to the world, singing for you,
    Singing you to sleep.

    My love, everything will be okay,
    Don’t worry, we’re all behind you.
    The flowers bloom for you,
    And the robins sing for you.
    Don’t cry my love, everything will be okay,
    And I’ll be right here.

    I don’t know why I sing a lullaby
    When you’ve already fallen asleep,
    And when the sun will never wake you.
    My love, my everything,
    You lit up my life, now go light up the sky.
    There are tears, eulogies, condolences, that adorn my life.
    I only hope joy adorns yours.
    I’ll always be there, waving at you, singing for you.

    Hush, my baby.

    Written by,
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/eJwSOguD1rE

  • Tell Them

    We keep a number of things to ourselves. Some important things like passwords, passports, things we secretly do to pass time. Some things embarrass us or are awkward stories to tell. Some things are our innermost feelings, or even our outermost.

    A lot of the times, we take months, even years, to spill these out. We are shy or embarrassed or scared to reveal our secrets. Sometimes, it’s for the best to keep things to ourselves, but on the other hand- also important to talk.

    We are all on ticking clocks. We can’t deny destiny, and we are never aware of it. Tomorrow is a mystery and anything can happen. But what if we leave life with wanting to do a million things? What if we leave with a million dreams, a million things we want to tell people? Apologies, confessions, warnings, all go unheard.

    Maybe our clocks will stop ticking and we’ll hasten to see our loved ones again. We’ll hasten to do how much we can in precious time, but we cannot.

    So tell them now. Grab everyone you know and are grateful for, and tell them. Maybe a message, a phone call, but do it. They deserve to know, and you don’t deserve regrets. Tell people you love them, you care for them, you’re sorry, before you lose the chance to as much as reach out to them anymore.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • Pages- poem

    This is a poem about a wife flipping through newspapers, hoping to not see her husband’s name- who is a soldier in war. She prays and frets, and waits for the soldiers to return.

    PAGES

    She’s first in line for the newspaper
    Fresh from print, smudged ink
    Pushing to get a copy, fingers crossed
    And heart pounding.

    Furiously, fearfully, hopefully,
    Turning to the last page.
    To the obituaries and tributes
    With tears in her eyes
    She hopes to wipe away.

    Scanning the names, remorse
    Fills her heart and self.
    Picturing grieving families and
    Thanking her stars it’s not her.
    Praying and praying

    Is her husband coming home?

    Come home, she’d told him
    Home is where you belong
    Home is where we are, where
    We should be.
    Don’t go, be home.

    So she lives everyday dreading the newspaper
    Dreading his name
    Or hearing about him.

    Love pains, turns to worry,
    Devours oneself from the inside,
    Eating away on sanity.

    Written by,
    Milomi.

  • Spectate- poem

    This is a poem about how we wish to go back and go through our life. How we want to uncork the bottle of emotions built up inside of us, and let everything flow.

    SPECTATE

    To look at your life
    Like the audience does and
    Gasp at every surprise
    Laugh at every joke
    Grin at every moment.

    Relive your happiest memories
    And be filled with joy
    Enough to last a lifetime.

    Break free of your chains
    And let emotions flow
    Till they exhaust you.
    Till you are calm.
    And do it all again.

    Notice the roses, raging with colour,
    The birds, bursting with song,
    The babies, babbling with fervour,
    The roads, rumbling with freedom.
    Take it all in.

    Written by
    Milomi.

  • I Do- poem

    A small wave to her
    As a smile adorns her beautiful face
    Like a light tune the pianist begins with,
    That sparks a charm.

    You tell yourself,
    This. This is
    How it all starts.

    You have a conversation
    Trying to hide your blush
    Soon serenading her with bits
    Of guitar, and your broken voice.
    Soft chords are struck, pedals are pressed,
    The conductor smiles and the violins begin
    Telling the story of your love.

    Late night parties
    Ending with the drummer’s solo,
    As the drums dance to a DJ far away.

    Confessions of your love
    Under the covers
    Whispering secrets in the silence of the night.
    Yet wondering why your hearts
    Sing a deep song of trumpets and
    Fluttering butterflies.
    Slowly rising to a crescendo.

    You kneel down
    Sheet music has no meaning now
    For even drums far away
    Cymbal to a stop to listen to her.

    Her eyes glisten, yours twinkle
    She says yes.

    The world is singing a love song
    And the conductor wipes tears with his sleeve
    As harmonies overcome hearts.

    Canon in D, Wedding March,
    Soft melodies spreading hope.
    The pianist still playing a gentle song
    Of love.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/M2T1j-6Fn8w

  • Crossing Roads

    We have all grown up learning how to cross a road without a zebra-crossing or signal. To start walking if there are no vehicles approaching you, to stop if there is one. To be alert and aware of what was going on. To be careful. These small lessons become part of our lifestyle and instinct.

    Yet to this day, we all have different ways of crossing roads. Some of us will wait for the road to be clear of all cars and buses, and start walking once the road is emptied. Some of us will play it safe, and will only cross once we are sure no vehicles are present. It takes minutes for the road to clear up, but we are fine with it- as long as it means a safe crossing. We will clasp hands and cross our roads.

    Some of us will grab the opportunity to cross as soon as we find a gap on the road. Cars are approaching – but as long as we don’t crash into them, we are fine. We make it fast- even run at times. We take the risk and hone our reflexes to be agile and take chances.

    And in this way, some of us get left behind- scared to cross, but safe. Others will cross wildly, though vulnerable to danger. It’s really a choice we make, that comes to shape our lives.

    Written by
    Milomi.