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  • Running Out Of Ink- poem

    What does an author write about once all the flowers have been described?

    Intricately, touching upon every detail

    From its attracting nature to the way it tilts to the breeze to the way its petals bleed hues so bright they hurt the eye.

    Once the author has criticised the way people drive cars and don’t see the beauty of life

    And continue living and loving, not noticing the true essence of being?

    Once the author has exhausted the characters of their stories

    Whilst tying up all loose ends and creating wonderful endings?

    What does the author do after the fire has burned too bright for too long, white and blinding,

    When feeding it more wood will do it no good because it is powerful enough?

    Does the author insist on dowsing fire in fuel and twigs, knowing that the flames might lick it up but won’t be fiercer?

    Or does the author let the fire do what fire does without food- burn, crackle, and fizzle out? Hoping they have it in them to build another fire for more light.

    Written by,

    Milomi.

  • Appreciate

    Every day, we go through media- books, music, movies, shows on TV, newspaper articles, radio interviews and so on. It’s a way to communicate and be in touch with the rest of the world.

    A lot of us choose to go through this media treating it like a task. We skim through pieces and fast forward our minds to the next page without finishing. We mindlessly skip songs and switch stations, not listening to lyrics and seeing art for what it truly is.

    We don’t see creators scribbling and painstakingly putting together words to tell a story. We don’t wait for a few seconds to let the beauty of paragraphs settle into us, to bask in the fortune of being exposed to these pieces of art. We read, we listen, not processing nor understanding, focused on finishing than enriching and enjoying.

    We hop from page to page, finally forgetting authors and stories, wanting to get on to the next train because life is only so long. Our dreams may as well outlive us. What stops us from sprinting away, not worrying about breaks or breaths? What stops us from trying to fly and build wings, to try reach beyond the horizon?

    Then one day, we will grab a pair of glasses and the nearest magazine and turn to the editorials. We will absorb each sentence letting everything sink in, thumb over paragraphs, not noticing our wet eyes or the way our breath catches after every flourish. We will wonder why we didn’t see the world through these lenses, and strive to keep these hues in mind.

    Written by,
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/4NZlogMPIp0

  • Trapped Within Pages- poem

    This is a poem about two people from a book written by an author, and what they feel while trapped withing the pages of creation.

    TRAPPED WITHIN PAGES

    We belong to two natures,
    (Though we most belong to paper)
    Two poles. North and South,
    Switching between the two shades
    As easily as black changes to white
    In seconds. Deceiving illusions.

    But don’t opposite poles attract?
    Doesn’t the math of the cosmos and the
    Beauty of numbers and papers and theories and nature
    Ever account for something? And are our thoughts ever heard?

    Doesn’t ink bind us together?
    Yellowing pages with signs and names and symbols
    Written over and over painstakingly. Do those now
    Mean nothing?

    It feels like our future is written out
    Laid out. Our destinies are tangled,
    They say our stars intertwine,
    But stars lie sometimes, don’t they?

    Are we forever bound to pages?
    Bound to a story planned out, thought out, printed and published,
    Paged through, glanced at, swallowed and loved.
    Do we ever live our own story after the last sentence has ended,
    Do we toy with imagination?

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/50tgJatVHPQ

  • Entranced- poem

    Can one dream so vividly
    That reality is distorted? The mind is
    Lost in the folds of a blanket
    Called memory

    Wide-eyed, searching for the same
    Joy, freedom, magic,
    Found in a dream. Soaking in
    The richness of this place

    Senses overwhelmed with bright stars
    That hurt the head, but
    Soothed by the comfortable scent of
    Caramel and cinnamon.
    Once again, plunging into darkness not knowing what to expect

    New acquaintances made, heads nodded, hands shook,
    Shouldering coats, tipping hats, crunching gravel underneath shoes,
    Roses offered, gloves kissed, heels spun on too quick.

    Walking through a fairytale
    Under curtains of crystals
    Watching the sky fade to early dawn
    Stars twinkling in, announcing your return
    You wake up. And your dream has just begun.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Inspired drawn from a book- The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern.

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

  • Delve- poem

    Try to delve deeper
    Into the oceans of love,
    Waterfalls of passion. Do not be worried
    About drowning,
    Because the world around you
    Will keep you floating.

    Submerge yourself,
    Grab the grass, let
    Sand sieve through your fingers, and
    The water lap at your toes, while
    The wind pulls at your hair.

    Stop to sniff the roses
    To hover over a leaf
    To smile at a passing stranger
    To linger over echoes of feelings
    And ghosts of melodies you barely remember.

    Try to delve deeper,
    And not be afraid of exploring new depths
    Of yourself,
    Of the world,
    Of life.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/uFBPaKyfUO4

  • 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